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FANFIC * NESSIAN * PART TWO

Originally posted by felipemilckman


Nessian Part Two by L.J. Lafleur

Glasses and goblets clinked, bursting laughter filled my ears. I shook my head to rid the noise, at first it worked but then it only grew louder. A gurgling growl erupted from my stomach, an acidic churn twisted around my insides. Instinctively, my hands braced myself against the bed post. It wasn’t my power, just hunger. The laughter grew louder, knives cutting against vegetables and porcelain. A distant headache formed in the back of my head.  

My stomach growled again, this time louder than I had ever heard before. “Curse you,” I muttered to myself, staring down at my stomach, covered in a jade chiffon dress. My sleeves came down to my wrists, trimmed with embroidered golden leaves. It was my first time wearing a color other than black-since the war. Since everything changed…again.  

I tilted my head trying to remember when I last time ate. It’s not that I didn’t eat anymore, I just didn’t eat with company. I raised my chin, straightening my back and headed towards the dining room. They were all there, all enjoying one another’s company-even Azriel had simpered as he passed a plate of what looked like green beans to Elain.

The room hushed, even Elain silenced herself when I trudged closer. I hadn’t seen some of them for weeks… including Mor, not that I wanted to see her any sooner than necessary.

Rhysand, with an unwavering smile, gestured towards the empty seat saved for me. “Nesta, I’m so pleased you could join us.”

I froze in place when my eyes caught sight of him. The darker than night hair, the devious curve of his lips and his unnaturally beautiful hazel eyes.  

“Did you get bored spending all that time alone?” Cassian asked in a silvery tone, the corner of his lips twitching as he held back all his saved-up insults. He lifted an engraved silver goblet to his full lips.  

“Loneliness is far better company than you,” I retorted, edging to my seat between Azriel and Feyre. I sat down as graciously as I could, feeling all eyes bouncing between me and Cassian.  

“Let the games begin,” Amren announced before sipping her crimson drink.

My eyes shifted towards Amren’s glass. The acid in my stomach burned but I kept my composure.

Amren pulled the glass away from her scarlet lips, “don’t look so startled, it’s only red wine.”

I didn’t acknowledge anyone, not even my sisters, in fear it might bring forth another unwanted memory. The empty plate in front of me magically filled with all the items on the table. While they were taking turns on healthy seconds, I could feel my mouth water as I breathed in scents that didn’t belong in my world, my old one that is. The conversations continued as I picked at my food, attempting to not look too eager.

“Not eating?” Feyre asked in a hushed tone, making sure only she and I could hear. I looked at her and then at Elain, both sitting quietly, neither touching their food as they waited for my reply. I was happy they looked so well, considering the circumstances.  

“No,” I took my knife and fork, cutting into a roasted potato first. I ignored conversation and thankfully, no one asked what I had been up to the last several weeks. My eyes flickered up to him, catching the glowing hazel across from me.

Cassian hadn’t looked away from me since I entered the room, both of us in quiet conversation of stabbing insults. I ignored the opening and shutting of his lips. My hands wrapped tightly around my fork and knife, aiming for the steak. I punctured and sliced the marbled meat. Blood oozed out onto the cream porcelain, staining and drowning the remaining vegetables on my plate.

I closed my eyes as the images of Hybern took away my breath. Blood drip from his neck as I twisted the blade farther-deeper until there was nothing but neck and gushing crimson. My hands shook, heat rising to my fingertips until I set down my utensils.

Rhysand’s voice penetrated my nightmare, my memory, “any word from the queens?”

“Must we discuss business during our first family dinner since the war?” Feyre threw a dirty glare at him.

I tuned them out once again, their banter continued for several minutes as I tried to clear the images of battle from my vision. I gathered my knife and fork again, taking a small breath as I focused cutting the meat. More blood spewed, more blood. My hands tightened around the silverware as I swallowed hard, my once watering mouth drying out like a distant desert from the books I once I read. Slowly I dropped my knife, my slightly shaking hand raising to the water, avoiding the red wine completely.

“Is the food not to your liking, Princess Ness? I worked on tonight’s menu myself.” Cassian shot at me, his hands crossed against his chest as he leaned back to watch me.

I could feel the blood swiftly draining from my face, he caught me. I set down my crystal glass, giving myself time to recover, “perhaps you should stick to battlefields and brothels.” A sliver of silence edged its way across the table, other conversations fading as they watched Cassian and me.

Mor’s hand moved towards Cassian’s knee, a faint blush rising across his cheeks. “Cassian doesn’t need a brothel to find company,” she interjected. Her tone sweetened as she looked from me to Cassian, “isn’t that, right?”

“Good to know he can always find a whore at this table,” I snapped before I could catch myself. My aggression as swift as the blade Elain shoved into Hybern.

“Excuse me?” Mor seethed,  She released her hand from Cassian as she stood up, making the table between them disappear.

“Yes?” I asked tightly, still seated. I hadn’t realized not everything disappeared with the table. My fingers adjusted the knife in my hand.

“Ladies, it’s just Cassian. He isn’t that good looking to start a war over,” Rhysand purred, receiving no comment from Cassian, Mor or myself.

Mor challenged my glare until clicking her tongue against the top of her mouth, a smile curling, “better a whore with a warm bed, then a lonely prude with a cold heart.”

I didn’t expect it to hurt, none of her comments ever hurt this much before. Why would I care what any of them thought of me-especially her? My grip tightened around the intricate mountain designed knife, my knuckles turning white.  

“Alright, stop it.” Cassian’s voice boomed while standing in between us. His back to me as he looked at Mor, I felt his hand reach for the knife in mine. I released it as he tugged on it. “That’s enough, Morrigan.”

“You’re defending her?” She fumed, her eyes turning to slits of wrath.

Cassian slid the knife in the back of his belt, “yes.” He spoke calmly, “neither you nor Ness are the enemy.”

“Don’t call me that,” I spat, infuriated by the name my mother once called me. I couldn’t understand why he insisted on calling me that, why he insisted on torturing me with my past.  

Cassian stepped out of the middle, a snap from Rhysand’s long fingers and the table appeared again. Cassian smiled gallantly, “let’s go back to eating my well-prepared meal, shall we?” pretending that another battle wasn’t about to be had.  

“You didn’t even cook it,” Amren scoffed, receiving an animalistic glare from Cassian.

“Yes, but she didn’t know that,” he pointed to me and then shook his head laughing. Mor and Cassian sunk back into their seats, while the other’s finished consuming what was left on their plates.

“I’ve lost my appetite.” Before anyone could object, I turned on my heels and walked back towards my room. My fingertips were glowing, lighting the hallway around me. I pressed them together, sparks shot upwards and out like waterfalls of fire. “What am I?” I mumbled to myself as I shut my bedroom door with my gaunt elbow. Another press of my fingers and this time flames flickered along my fingers, entangling itself between them before dancing against my palms.

“She’s a bitch,” Mor seethed.

I shot my head up towards the door, they sounded so close. Did they think I wouldn’t hear?

“Mor,” Cassian warned.

“What’s your problem, Cass? Last I checked, you hated her just as much as I did,” her voice only a growl by the end.

“Hate and love-there’s a very fine line,” Amren interrupted them, shrugging her shoulders as they glared at her.

My ears felt like they were on fire but I closed my eyes to focus before their words could escape me.

“You’re wrong,” Cassian’s voice lowered, gruff and unstartled as he pulled my dinner knife from the back of his belt and set it on the table.  

“To which statement?” Amren questioned, the corner of her lips tugged.

“I could never…” Cassian paused to take a sip of his wine, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “I could never love someone filled with as much spite and ice as her.” He set the glass back down, swallowing hard as the room fell silent.  

“Snow melts with time, with sun, with fire.” Elain replied quietly before standing up from the table. “Time, sun, fire,” she repeated while leaving the room, her footsteps faded as she made her way towards the garden.

“We’re all family. We made it through this war but we might not in the next.” Azriel spoke with more power than I had ever heard him convey before, his steps going unheard as he disappeared into the waiting shadows. Even the shadows made noises to me, like wind drifting above the sea.

“They’re right,” Feyre shifted in her seat, I could hear the strands of her hair fall from behind her ear. “You all are my sisters, Mor.”

“Sisters?” Mor protested, “the one that abandoned you? That selfishly took your youth? The one who never defended you, never bothered with you until it somehow effected Elain? That my dear, isn’t a sister.”

“Mor, your words can cause more damage than your sword,” Rhysand spoke before Feyre could respond.  

“I’d put my money on Nesta,” Amren contributed.  

The fire, glow-whatever it is-started up again. Their words slicing through me triggered it, the anger and guilt that never disappeared. I watched as fire danced from my palms, wrapping itself around my wrist. I focused on getting rid of the heat, but nothing. Panic ensued, spreading through me, I attempted to touch the doorknob but it heated the metal to a bright carnelian color. “Damn it,” I wiped the sweat from my brow.

I looked throughout my emerald bedroom, water-I had to get water. I hit the bathing door open, adding more force than necessary as it slammed against the wall. Several framed pieces of artwork crashed on the floor, splitting the glass into shards across the marble. A bucket full of water from this morning was still sitting near the tub, my knees crashed against the flooring as I dunked my hands in. A cloud of steam rose through the air, spiraling upwards to block my view.  

The sweat off my brow dissipated as my cheeks heated. “How could I be such a fool?” I asked to the heavens, the mother-whoever we’re supposed to worship now that I’m fae.

My ears twisted with ache as I heard them talking, they were still in the townhouse.

“What’s going on between you two?” Mor’s sweet voice had darkened, her chest puffed out.

“What do you mean?” Cassian questioned, I could hear his wings tucking behind him. The gradual shifting noise they made as he walked beside her.  

“I can see that look in your eyes.” Her voice turned to silk and ash-sweet and deadly.  

“And which look would that be?” He taunted, rustling his wings before tucking them in again.  

Mor rubbed her fingers through her hair, her sultry voice encasing them, “the same one you gave me that night in the Illyrian training camp.”  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Too much wine, again?” His wiggling eyebrows stopped as she pulled him to a stop.  

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Cass. There isn’t enough wine to make me blind and oblivious to what I saw that night.”

“Which is?” Cassian quipped.

Mor shoved him softly, “for cauldron sakes, you’re really going to answer my questions with a question?”

“What do you mean?” Cassian chuckled as Mor rolled her eyes.

I couldn’t listen to them any longer, the distant headache was now pounding against my head. Crippling my curiosity-my heart and leaving nothing but a hollow feeling inside me. My vision turned to amber then crimson, a dark red so violent and malicious, I needed to leave, to get out of these enclosing emerald walls.

Their conversation continued, I could feel the sickening honeyed voice of Mor float around me, snapping at my toes but my racing heart blocked it out. I waited several minutes before I headed out, making sure that no one was in the hallway. That Cassian and Mor had left the hallway or maybe the townhome altogether. My feet moved promptly through the city, I couldn’t rid my eyes and ears of their words. It was like every letter held their ground around me, forcing me to relive them over and over.

It wasn’t until my leather flats touched the sea that I realized where I was. Salt water soaking through instantly. How I got here so quickly, I don’t know. I raised my hands, more flickering fire spread to my wrists, circling around me like bangles. The heat within me raised, like I had stepped into a searing hot bath after a night stranded in wet snow.  

I leaned down, letting the hem of my skirts soak into the water. Pressing my palms into the sea of ice, after the steam cleared, I saw my fingertips had formed into razor sharp talons. I lifted them from the water, horrified by my changing hands, “no, no…go away.” I begged as the flames started again. I shoved my hands into the water, steam interrupted my widened stare, “how is this possible?” I muttered to myself, “I thought my power was gone. I was empty.”

“Cooling off? Or skinny dipping? Either way, I think I can be of assistance,” Cassian sneered from behind me.

My back stiffened with invisible armor, my heart thundered as I raised my body from the water to face him. “Cooling off? No, because ice only melts with time, with sun, with fire.” I repeated Elain’s cryptic words as I hid my hands behind my back, feeling the flames simmer down, claws retracting.

Cassian’s eyes didn’t give anything away this time, no recognition, he was nothing but stone. “What happened earlier?” He asked bluntly, filing in next to me. The crunch of pebbles beneath his boots bounced off the walls behind us and back towards the ocean.  

“Nothing.” I pursed my lips, testing my fingertips against one another. No sparks, no dancing flames-I dropped my hands to my side. I forced my eyes to watch the crashing waves, the hem of my skirt soaking upwards towards my ankles.    

“It wasn’t nothing,” he sighed, “I saw you strangle your knife until your knuckles went white. So, tell me. What’s wrong?” Cassian raised his chin towards me, waiting.

“You saw nothing.” I said sharply, my face contorting into hardened steel.

“Fine. Don’t talk about it with me, but make sure you talk to someone.” His wings flapped open, “it’s a bigger wingspan than Rhys,” he said coyly as he noticed my wandering eyes.

“Hm. I could have sworn it was the smallest wing span I saw on the battlefield.” I claimed before picking up the sides of my dress to retreat towards the city. Flashes of him spreading his wings as he played with children in the street, heated my cheeks briefly. Even more so, when I remembered Amren snapping at me to focus.  

Cassian stepped closer, not entirely blocking my way but enough that I wouldn’t be able to move without bumping into him. He wrapped his wings around us, cloaking us in darkness and his scent. Mother of all, his scent enraptured me. His voice making my heart beat erratically as the space between us disappeared, “should we do a comparison to see?”

I licked my lips as I edged on my tip toes, “it might entice me in a way you might like.” I raised my brow while biting my lower lip.

“Really?” His husky voice asked as his knuckle stroked my cheek, a shudder rushing through me. I wanted it, his lips, his touch, his calloused hands running all over me…stop, stop thinking this way.  

My hands touched his chest, feeling his heart pound against me. The heat exchanging between us felt like raging fire, an ancient fire that had never gone out. Mindlessly, my bony hands drifted upwards, first caressing his dark wavy hair and then sneaking to the back of his warm neck. My lips reached up towards him and parted, “no.” I whispered, my knee ramming into him. His onyx wings spread open as he released me, the fading sunlight illuminating his bewildered face.

Cassian’s cursing was louder than the last time. He held himself-his knee down, crushing the small pebbles that made up the beach. “Damn it, Nesta!” he yelled while trying to catch his breath, “damn you,” he seethed.  

I stood strong, my arms crossed in front of me as I scowled down at him, “with time, with sun and with fire-I guess if you figure out the riddle then maybe I’ll stop kicking you there.”

He stood up, leaving barely any space between us, his narrowed eyes burying themselves into me. Cassian’s honeyed voice came out raspy with a heavy breath, “remember, practice is tomorrow morning.” He breathed in deeply through his nose before turning his head slightly like someone called his name, “I’ve never been so excited to kick a female’s ass before.” Cassian’s wings spread open again, before I could respond he shot into the air with a grunt.

“Bastard!” I replied, staring at my damp hem, still unable to look up at the sky.

I Know Your Dirty Little Secret - Chapter 3

Hey Guys, here it is the final part of this story. Once again thank you for the likes, reblogs, asks, comments etc. They are much appreciated.

Chapter 1 - link

Chapter 2 - link

Chapter 3

“You cannot imagine the day that I have had.” She dumped her bag on her chair, unsurprised to see that he was already in her room waiting for her. It had become their almost daily routine now, he knew where the ladder was, she left her window open just enough in the morning. She would usually need to hang around the school a bit later for her extra curriculars, something that he did not have besides the Blue and Gold which they were working on together anyway.

“Yeah it must be hard being Trev’s secret girlfriend.” There was bitterness in his voice that he couldn’t help slip out.

“I guess you have spoken to Kevin then.” She sighed. Her fingers massaging her temples as she tried to subdue the tension that she could already feel mounting there.

“Is it true?” He asked looking up at her from beneath the curl that had fallen over his eyes and he had not moved, hiding behind it.

“Are you seriously asking me that?” She looked at him surprised.

“I am.” He nodded. Taking a deep breath. She crossed the room quickly kneeling in front of him taking his hand in hers and reaching up to brush the stray curl away from his eyes, so that she could look straight into his.

“You know me Jug, whatever anyone has said, you know that I am not someone who would. That I would betray you.” She was tracing the outline of his fingers absent mindedly. When he didn’t respond she stood up and started pacing, a tell tale sign that she was nervous. “I lie-, well no actually. I, Veronica jumped to a conclusion and I didn’t correct her. Besides you’re the one who gave me these in the first place. ” She stammered as she blushed running a hand along her neck, he could see the faint outline covered under her makeup. “Anyway” she continued her story. “Then she told Kevin, who told Cheryl, who told everyone on the planet, which led to snarky comments all cheer practice.” He stood up moving towards her, placing a hand gently on her shoulder to calm her.

“I’m sorry, that my over amorous kisses caused you this.” He gently stroked the skin of her neck, tracing over the bruised areas, before reaching her cheek and she leaned into his touch.

“I don’t care, not really. Maybe I should have just told Veronica. Is it weird that we want to keep this a secret?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t done this before, any of it. But I know its special and I don’t want it to stop and I just don’t want everyone’s opinion, just not yet.” He pulled her into a hug, his hand stroking her back, soothing her immediately. The tension draining away.

“I think I know what you mean.” She confided in him, relaxing further into his arms. He jerked suddenly away from her, a thought hitting him.

“Wait won’t Trevor kind of give the game away.”

“Taken care of.” She replied. He looked surprised. “I texted him while Veronica and Kevin were gushing over the news. He was cool with it.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been someone’s dirty little secret.” He pressed his lips to hers and she deepened the kiss. Bringing her hands to his hips.

“I’ve never had one.” She said against his lips. He pulled her body up flush against his, and her breath hitched at the sudden movement.

“You are incredible Betty Cooper.” He whispered to her his hands moving to her back rubbing small circles with his thumbs on her lower back. She groaned at the sensation melting against him. She moved her lips to his neck, pressing light kisses to the delicate skin there. He moaned his appreciation and she was spurred on by his reaction. The kisses against his skin grew more hungry and demanding, his hands tightened their grip on her. “Betts.”

“Don’t worry.” She smiled. Looking at the mark beginning to form on his neck. “I know how to cover those up.”

“Very funny Cooper.” He replied sarcastically.

“Well we don’t want everyone thinking that you’re having an illicit affair with Trev as well.” She started to laugh, and his lips captured hers again, stifling her laughter.


He made his way down the ladder, placing it carefully down by the side of the house as he always did ready for next time. He was still smiling to himself, his cheeks flushed from her affection. Right now she was everything and he couldn’t believe that he had found her.

“How long?” He spun around at the sound of the voice of Archie Andrews now standing in front of him.

“Archie, I was discussing with Betty about the Bl-.” Before he could continue Archie put up a hand stopping him.

“Yeah I saw you, through the window.” He stated, pointing to Betty’s bedroom window. “You weren’t talking.”

“I was going to tell you, we both were we just.” Jughead looked desperately at his best friend.

“She’s happy Jug.” Archie smiled at his friend. “Happiest I have seen her in a while.” When he saw the smile on his friend’s face a wave of relief washed over him.

“She makes me feel like I can take on the world, and I don’t want to lose her. I know what the rest of the school, this town thinks of me. Weirdo from the wrong side of the tracks. Drunk for a father, abandoned by his mum. But she makes me feel, like it doesn’t matter. None of it matters all that just disappears when I am with her. I don’t want to lose that, I don’t want to lose her.”

“I am happy for you and for her. You both deserve to be happy, just.” He paused.” Don’t hurt her, not like I did.” He almost choked on his words. He had regretted what he had done, that he hadn’t talked to her about what she was feeling. He couldn’t help the way he felt but he could have handled things better and he knew that.

“I wouldn’t ever.” Jughead assured him.


“I still cannot believe that you hid this from us.”Betty smiled shyly at Kevin and his judgemental stare.

“I guess you can be forgiven.” He concurred, buzzing with excitement over his friend’s new relationship. “But I will of course need details, on everything.” Betty took a deep breath and looked over at Jughead who was smirking at her. Archie seemed to be the only one at the table who caught the look between the two.

“Well Betty I for one am happy for you. You are positively glowing.” Veronica stated, giving her seal of approval.

Archie looked over at Jughead while the others gushed over Betty and asked numerous questions, he looked at her like she was the sun. He caught his red headed friend looking at him smiling and he smiled back, mouthing a ‘Thank you.’

It wasn’t long after their conversation at the lunch table that the truth came out. The couple couldn’t keep their hands off each other, making out in the Blue and Gold office when Cheryl came barging in with the rest of the group in tow, determined to catch Betty in the act not convinced by the Trev story. Kevin almost went into shock, Veronica gushed and cheered, Cheryl said they deserved each other before making a face and Archie just smiled to himself.


Thank you for reading.

This fic was created based on the following prompt from @ultravanityglamme

Prompt: nobody knows about bughead and when Betty comes to school with hickeys - Cheryl notices it first and tells the clique secretly, figuring out who she’s with. It will be Archie who realises it was jughead all this time but doesn’t tell the group (respecting their privacy)

If you have something you would like me to attempt please feel free to request, I have a few to get to at the moment, but if you don’t mind waiting a bit send them through.

Another Fic Rec Post

As promised~

Ok so here’s the fic rec nonny asked for. If you’re interested in past recs, I have a tag called ‘fic rec’.

Slam By Smarty0007. I love Smarty’s stuff, and I’m sure I mentioned this at one point but didn’t officially rec it because it wasn’t done yet and I like to stick mostly to completed stuff for rec lists. This story uses that little fact we learn in the V-day episode about Arnold hearing beautiful music when he likes someone and if that’s not enough to be interested in reading it, Helga also performs slam poetry and rocks at it. So basically, two things I LOVE to see explored in one story.

Craigslist: A Love Storyby theps118confessional. All of K’s stuff is so great, ok. I actually drew something for this, because I loved the fact that Helga has pink hair and puts it up into buns when she first meets Arnold. Now that it’s complete I can officially rec it here too. This is an AU where the two don’t meet until they’re adults, and it’s all thanks to Helga being a) hella bored and b) trying to get Phoebe off her back about spending Christmas alone which all leads up to her posting a Craiglist ad offering to be someone’s terrible date to bring to the holiday’s unavoidable family get togethers. Three guesses as to who ends up actually taking her up on the offer, the first two don’t count. This is honestly one of my faves because not only do we get to see Arnold and Helga falling for each other despite not growing up with each other, we also get Helga interactions with Arnold’s entire family, Gertie especially, and I love it. Its also has some very funny moments and it’s full of schmoop, which I love.

Acceleration of The Bus and Other Feelings By Alexandra7. This is a really cute one shot of Arnold realizing that he’s fallen HARD for Helga and all she had to do was unknowingly do something that’s been known (to us anyway) to work before. Of course, it doesn’t help that he was already falling for her anyway. I can seriously see this happening too, where he realizes he’s at the point of no return because of something she unwittingly did that hits him with the force of a bus (lol pun intended, if you read it you’ll get it).

Grand Fir By Lachesism. Lachesism’s writing is always top notch, and this is such a great one shot it actually had me tear up a bit. When Arnold and Helga were kids they made a promise to meet each other on Christmas years from then, how long is she willing to wait for him? And will he actually show up for something that was promised years ago? It’s all in Helga’s POV, and we even get some nice moments with Phoebe and Olga as well, and what happens at the end brings everything together and I suck at explaining things/doing it justice so just read it you won’t regret it. It is a great shortaki Christmas fic.

Heart-Shaped Box by Reinamy. I’ve already gushed about “The Sensation of Falling” before but honestly all of Reinamy’s stuff is so great, and this is another favorite of mine. After seemingly never being able to get away from a certain someone no matter what, Helga ends up frustratingly getting stuck in an elevator with him, and learning things she never knew in the process. Question is, can she survive until help arrives to get them out of the predicament they’re in?

Fragile Moments By Angelic Guardian. Super cute one shot detailing Arnold’s slow realization that he’s fallen for his tormentor, as well as how things turn out after he does. I really like seeing things from Arnold’s perspective and noticing just how he gets from point a to point b on his feelings for Helga. This story does that really well.

Future Fern by Aiyta. I’m kind of a sucker for ‘present selves meet past selves’ type stuff and this is done really well and it’s super cute. Arnold, Helga, and Gerald decide to check out an urban legend Phil tells them about and get sucked into the future where they need to find a way back to their own time, with the help of their future selves. They learn things about the whole gang along the way and about themselves especially. This also takes place after FTI when Arnold’s trying to grapple with the whole thing and his own thoughts on what happened between Helga and himself. It’s full of schmoop and I love it.

I think this is enough for now, again I’ve rec’d other fics in my tag so be sure to check those out too!

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Interviewer: Normally, when a guy of your age starts acting there has to be gossip about them and at least one of their heroines. Is it because you’re already married that there isn’t any gossip about you?
Dulquer:  My ultimate girl is Amaal. I don’t know exactly why… I love her a lot… it’s been that way even before we got married. Even now, I think she’s prettier than any other girl I’ve seen. So I don’t think I’ll be distracted. I’m very much in love with her. 

This has been a Mrs. Amaal Nizam Salmaan appreciation post. Also happy birthday to her :)

Miraculous Ladybug Drabbles: Purrfect Match

“..and that is why I will never again put my music player on shuffle when I am DJing.” the bespectacled teen explained

“That is great and all Nino, but that still doesn’t explain why you suck so badly at video games.” The blond pointed out as he trounced his friend in the racing game they had been playing for the last half hour. 

Nino put down his controller and sighed.

“Not all of us can be as perfect as you Adrien.” Nino joked as he playfully punched his friend in the arm.

“So what do you want to do now?” Adrien asked as he turned off his game station.

Adrien and Nino had been hanging out in Adrien’s room. After weeks of convincing, Adrien managed to convince his father to allow Nino to come over to hang out. The only exception is that he stays in the same room as Adrien, (he was not a fan of people running around his mansion alone.

Nino looked around the blond’s room, he couldn’t help but still be impressed by how massive the place was. It had a rock climbing wall in it for heaven’s sake. As he looked around he noticed a rather large poster of Paris lucky heroine.

“Nice Ladybug poster.” Nino comments as he points out the human sized poster of Ladybug on his wall. She was shown swinging on her yo-yo, it was a very nice poster.

“It is pretty nice.” Adrien said, unaware that he was looking at the poster with loving admiration.

“So I guess you are into spots.” Nino teased, watching his blond friend turn red with embarrassment.

“Well..I mean she is …”

“Dude its fine. I remember how you were drooling over her during that time the evil hypnotist attacked.” Nino reminded his pal as he moved up to the poster.

“I can’t help it. She is just so… amazing.” Adrien gushed, his heart beating faster as he thinks of his lady.

“Most of Paris is crushing on that girl dude, I am pretty sure Alya has a bit of a thing for her. But you do realize you do have a rather massive obstacle in winning over Ladybug.” 

Adrien felt a sudden pang in his heart, who could possibly be his rival for Ladybug’s affections.

“And who would that be?” Adrien asked, hiding his jealousy.

Nino looked at the boy with an eyebrow raised.

“Chat noir dude. You have seen how he is around ladybug. It is hard to beat a guy like that.” Nino answered

Adrien felt relief sweep over him. He couldn’t believe he was jealous of himself. But quickly realized he had to act bummed, since Nino didn’t know he was Chat noir.

“Right…” Adrien said with mock gloom, his head looking at the floor. He knew he modeled it perfectly.

Nino placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

“Cheer up buddy, there are plenty of lovely ladies in paris besides Ladybug. I am sure you can find one even better for you then Ladybug.”

Adrien clearly didnt believe that statement, there was no one more perfect for him then Ladybug. But he decided to just nod.

“How about I try to set you up on a date. I already have my perfect lady, It would be great if you have yours.” Nino exclaimed. “Now tell me what you are looking for in a woman.”

Adrien sighed, he knew his friend was looking out for him. So He could play along.

“Well, She has to be passionate about what she loves. When she have a goal they won’t stop until they do it.” Adrien started. ‘like ladybug 

“Someone passionate and determined. Keep it going buddy what else?”

“She has to be clever, and creative. Also she has to be kind.” just like ladybug

“Good with kids?”

“Definitely. Also, if she can cook, that would be amazing.” Adrien went on. He could bet Ladybug could cook. Oh what he wouldn’t give to try one of her dishes.

“Well we definitely eliminated chloe.” Nino chuckled. “But enough about personality, what are you looking for in physical features?”

“Looks aren’t everything Nino.”

“Says the guy who models because of his good looks.” Nino pointed out. “I am not saying they are everything, everyone has their preferences. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and what not. And while physical looks aren’t everything, it does make falling for someone easier if you find them physically attractive.”

“Okay I see your point.” Adrien conceded.

“Do you prefer light hair or dark hair?”

“It doesn’t really matter to me. Neither does hair length. Though I do like blue eyes over every other color. And if I had to choose, darker hair is more my thing.”

“What about body type? Are you for whats in the front, or are you all about the back?” Nino asked with an eyebrow raised.

Adrien rolled his eyes at Nino’s question, why did he have to bring that up? Though if he was being honest, he has found himself looking over his partner more times then he would ever admit, and she has quite a nice backside. So he most likely was for the back.

“I would say the back. But that stays between us.” Adrien stated sternly

“No problem bro, your interest in the backside on the down low.” Nino chuckled. “Anything else?”

“Her smile. It has to feel like the sun is hitting you with a warm light.” Adrien said with a romantic sigh, thinking about Ladybug’s smile.

“Anything else buddy?”

“Well, not a requirement, but if she likes video games that would be great. Oh and she should have a good fashion sense, it would probably be the only way my father wouldn’t hate her.” Adrien added.

“Let me just get this all down.” Nino said as typed on his phone everything Adrien told him. “Okay, I got it all down.”

“So Matchmaker Nino, do you happen to know a girl that fits the description of what I told you?” Adrien questioned curiously.

Nino looked over everything Adrien had told him and felt himself stop.

“You are not going to believe it, but I think I already know a girl that fits your description, To the letter.” Nino emphasized the last three words.

“Oh really? And who would she be?”

“Marinette.”

The air got silent as Adrien heard Nino say the blunette’s name. He felt himself think about it.

Marinette was passionate about her designs, and when she says she will do something she always does it, no matter what. She made the Banner for Alix, she ran and won the class election, she even won that fashion design contest that his father judged. She was able to show her creative designs and her clever way to prevent copies of her work, showing her creativity and cleverness. Marinette was also really sweet, he remembered hearing about how she babysat that one little girl that modeled with him at the park, back when stormy weather attacked. She was definitely one of the kindest people he met.

As for looks, Adrien had to admit that Marinette was definitely pretty. Both Nathanael and even Nino at one point had a crush on her, which was understandable. And while he would never admit this, he has seen that little happy butt jiggle that Marinette does when she is happy, it is adorable. Not to mention her parents are awesome. And while he never got to try anything she made, Alya claims she is an amazing cook, and as a bonus she is amazing at video games. Marinette was literally everything he wanted in a girl.

“Nino, I think you might be right.” Adrien stated in slight surprise. He always knew Marinette was a sweet girl, but he has always been so infatuated with Ladybug, he never saw Marinette in that light. She was his first friend, aside from Nino.

“So you think your in love with Marinette?”

“I didnt say that. I am just saying that Marinette does fit the qualities that I like. I mean if we went on a date, I don’t think I would be against it. But I am not sure.” Adrien explained. “Besides, I doubt she has any interest in me like that.”

Adrien did not understand how much Nino wanted to smack him at that very moment.


More Than Friends-Anon Request

Hello, everyone, happy Sunday! First off all, I’m so sorry for publishing this really late. The computer wasn't available yesterday, blame my sister.

But seriously, here’s a new request. I have to admit when I first read it I completely froze because I had no idea how to start it and write it about but after reading it again(10 times) I finally found something and that’s what came out. 

I’m actually really happy with how it came out considering I had no inspiration at all on how to start it. But yeah, I really hope you enjoy it Anon.

And everyone else too :)

-Love, Sarah

c/n=Crush’s name y/n=Your name h/c=Hair colour e/c=Eye colour

”Can you do an imagine where the girl is on vacation in France over the summer, and she sees her crush? And it ends up with kissing and such? (Nothing to intense or smutty though, I’m not into those .-. ). Thanks! :)”

I’d been obsessed with France for as long as I can remember. I’d been begging my parents to bring my brother and I there for years and it had finally happened. We were spending the summer here, in France, more precisely in Paris.

Today was the start of my second week here and all I can say is that everything I’ve seen so far is absolutely beautiful. I’ve been outside a lot, taking pictures with my big camera. I already knew the pictures were going to come out perfect, I was in one of the most beautiful places in the world.

Today I was going to see the Eiffel Tour for the second time since the start of my trip. I’d fallen in love with it and I couldn’t wait to go back there. It was also a very romantic place for couples, except I didn’t have anyone.

Well, I did have someone on my mind. (C/n). He was the best, perfect to me. He was tall, taller than me and he looked absolutely adorable with his (h/c) hair and his big (e/c) eyes. He was really funny, nice, and occasionally cocky. I let out a dreamy sigh as I thought about his arms around me. We’d hugged before but it was friendly, much to my dismay. I wanted to be more than friends, but that would only happen in my dreams.

After a short drive, a cab dropped me off at the site. It was just as beautiful and breathtaking as the first time I’d seen it. With my camera tucked securely into its little bag, I made my way towards the Eiffel Tour.

*Time skip ya’ll*

After taking pictures for over an hour and gushing over them, I made my way to a cute little café a few streets away from the Eiffel Tour. With a smile, I made my way inside and breathed in the fabulous smell of the food.

I made my way to the waiting line and as the time to make my order approached, I got more excited. I’d started to learn French two years ago and I was coming along pretty fast. Spending the summer in Paris was the perfect occasion for me to improve my French and I couldn’t be happier.

My turn to order finally came and I greeted the girl behind the counter with a smile.

‘’Bonjour.’’ I said with my hands gripping my wallet.

‘’Bonjour, ce sera quoi pour vous aujourd’hui?’’ She said with a wide smile.

It took me a few seconds to understand what she meant but I finally got it. ‘’Oh, hum. Un sandwich, s’il vous plait and, hum. Avec une bouteille d’eau.’’ I was struggling to find the words I was looking for and hoped I wasn’t making a fool out of myself.

‘’Will that be it?’’ I let out a sigh of relief when I heard her speak English.

‘’Yes, it will. Thank you, I’m not that good with French yet.’’

We both laughed and she nodded before giving me a small smile. ‘’No worries, that’ll be 9.75.’’ She said, her French accent barely noticeable as she spoke English.

I paid for my lunch and went to the side to wait for my order. After a few minutes, the girl from the cash register brought me my order and I smiled at her.

‘’Merci.’’

‘’Derien, enjoy your time here!’’ I waved at her and made my way out of the small café.

I couldn’t keep that smile off of my face as I walked around the streets of Paris while eating my delicious sandwich.

The sky was getting lighter and I could tell the sun would be setting soon. I really wanted a picture of a sunset and I was not leaving here without one. Luck seemed to be on my side when I spotted a park on the other side of the street. I excitedly made my way towards it and almost squealed in delight when I spotted a small hill in the center of the park.

I was gripping my camera tightly as I looked over the pictures I had taken today. A small cry escaped my lips when I was suddenly sent flying down on the ground after colliding with something hard.

‘’I’m so sorry, are you okay?’’ My eyes were shut close and I was gripping my camera, hoping that it hadn’t been broken. But that voice… It sounded so familiar… That couldn’t be him, could it?

‘’Miss, are you okay? Madame?’’ My heart melted as he spoke again. It was him.

I finally opened my eyes and smiled up at him. ‘’Hey.’’

‘’(Y/n)!’’ He grinned down at me before pulling me up by the arms. ‘’Sorry about that.’’ He laughed and I shrugged it off.

‘’I’m fine, just got scared because of my camera.’’

‘’Anw, crap. Is it okay?’’ He stepped closer to me and I let out a nervous breath.

‘’Yeah, it’s fine.’’ I nodded and he let out a small sigh or relief. 

‘’Sorry again. You looked like you were in a rush.’’ He chuckled and I nodded before grabbing his forearm and pulling him towards the small hill.

‘Yeah, I want a picture of the sunset.’’

‘’I see,’’ He laughed and I could feel his eyes on me as I snapped shots after shots of the amazing sunset in front of us. ‘’Having fun?’’

I nodded and glanced at him before going back to taking pictures. ‘’Fancy meeting you here, (c/n).’’

‘’Yeah… “ He cleared his throat and spoke again. ’‘How are you enjoying Paris so far?’’

‘’It’s great! And those French lessons are really paying off.’’

He laughed and poked my side. I shrieked and backed away from him. ‘’Don’t, you know I’m ticklish.’’

‘’Right,’’ He nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets. ‘’So, are you staying here the whole summer?’’

I nodded as I shut my camera off, the pictures looked great and I couldn’t wait to look them over once I got back to the hotel. ‘’Yeah, and you?’’

‘’It depends on my parents, you know how are they are about traveling the world.’’ I nodded and looked over at (c/n) to find him already looking down at me.

I sat down on the grass and motioned for him to join me. He sat down and after a few seconds I felt his arm go around my shoulders. I shivered and he pulled me closer to him. I hesitantly laid my head on his shoulder and smiled to myself when he rested his free hand on my knee.

‘’It’s so pretty.’’ I said as a small giggle escaped my lips.

‘’What’s so funny?’’

I shrugged and looked up at him. ‘’Nothing, I’m just really happy.’’ My eyes widened slightly when I realized what I’d just said.

‘’Does this happiness have to do with me?’’ He asked when I adverted my gaze from him.

‘’Don’t be so full of yourself, (c/n).’’ I laughed nervously and occupied myself with putting my camera back into its bag.

‘’Well,’’ My eyes widened when he suddenly pulled me in between his legs.

‘’C/n, what are you-‘’

‘’My happiness certainly has to do with you being here right now.’’ My breath caught in my throat when I felt him pull my hair away from my neck before I felt his lips on my skin.

‘’(C/n).’’ I whispered in a croaked voice.

‘’I hope I don’t sound like a creep when I say that I begged my parents to bring me here when I learned that you were going to spend the summer in Paris.’’

I frowned and looked over my shoulder. ‘’What?’’ I raised my eyebrows at (c/n) and he smiled, somewhat nervously at me.

‘’Listen, I’ve had this huge crush on you for the longest time… And I don’t like this, being friends I mean… I want us to be more than friends. I want to be the one to make you smile when you’re sad and die of laughter when you’re already happy. I want to be the one you call when you feel sick, and I want to take care of you, okay? I-I want to be the only guy allowed to kiss and hug you the way I want to. I want to cuddle and watch girly movies with you crying in my arms and hiding your face in my neck when we’re watching scary movies. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours.’’

I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. I couldn’t process what had just happened. It was everything I’d ever hoped for and I couldn’t believe it was happening.

‘’(Y/n), will you be my girlfriend? Please be mine.’’ I pulled away from (c/n) and put my camera bag away before kneeling down in front of him.

My heart melted as I took in his nervous expression and his pleading eyes. With a smile, I flung myself into his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck.

‘’Yes!’’ I smiled as he wrapped his arms around me. ‘’I’d love to, (c/n).’’ I pulled back and rested my forehead against his.

He was smiling so widely I thought his lips would fall off. ‘’Am I dreaming?’’ He asked with a small sigh.

I shook my head and he laughed before one of his hands cupped my cheek. My heart flipped around in my chest as his eyes drifted down to my lips before snapping back up. And then, his lips were on mine.

It was pure bliss. It was everything I’d ever imagined it to be. It was perfect. I couldn’t get enough off him. Kissing him was addictive and I didn’t want to stop; ever. I smiled into the kiss as I felt his thumb stroke my cheek while his other hand slid under my shirt to rest on my skin.

I pulled back, breathless and rested my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating fast, so fast I thought it’d burst out of his chest. Both of his arms were now wrapped around me as we tried to catch our breaths.

‘’I’ve been waiting to do this for so long.’’ He confessed before kissing the top of my head.

‘’Please stay, stay for the rest of the summer. Convince your parents to stay here and if they don’t want to, I’m sure my parents won’t mind looking after you. Please.’’ I pressed a kiss to his neck before looking up at him.

He smiled and nodded and down at me. ‘’Anything to be with you. Anything for you, princess.’’

The End

I have to say this is one of my favourite requests that I’ve written so far and yeah. Check out the other ones while you’re here :)

I hope you guys enjoyed it, especially you Anon, cause I really had fun writing it.

Don’t forget to send in requests telling from which P.O.V. you want the imagine in (guy or girl, or both), it helps a lot :)

Ugh, now off to do some homework :P

Have a nice evening everyone,

-Love, Sarah

Elisha’s story, because sometimes I can’t get people out of my mind once I’ve invented them.

Oh, and @flying-guinea-pig, you had some interesting tags on my last post with her in it. If you’re still interested after this, we need to talk.

On Ao3

While she had been looking for an affordable car for some time, Elisha never expected to find it in her uncle’s garage.

In fact, her uncle’s garage was the kind of place you expected cars to disappear from, not where they randomly showed up. The door was never locked and rarely even properly closed, no matter how many times his family told him something was likely to get stolen. He just had a little too much faith in the world to do right by him. This might be why, when Elisha went out there searching for a toolbox and instead found a completely unfamiliar car, he decided to forego calling the police and simply give it to her.

“I know it’s a little beat up, but you were looking for a cheap car, weren’t you?”

“A little beat up?” Elisha nearly shrieked. “It looks like it’s been through a garbage compactor. Does it even run?”

Keep reading

do you feel okay?

It’s the first chapter of my Karmy fix-it fic! This will be going up on Ao3 once my account is okayed, but I’m posting it here first to give you guys an early look.

The idea is that it’s going to be a fix-it fic, rewriting season three of Faking It. Here’s what you can expect:

- Endgame Karmy

- Actual exploration of Karma’s sexuality, ending up with bisexual Karma

- Actual exploration of Karma growing and maturing as a person

- Background everybody else (Shanoah pairing because I love them, no Liam /  Lauren because Booper makes me nauseous, most likely some Sabramy in which Sabrina is not the literal worst )

- A focus on friendships for Karma outside of Amy, and outside of who she’s dating. Because I think that’s important.

- A Liam who is flawed but not a complete irredeemable doucheface. Speaking of, this first chapter has a fair amount of Liam, but please stick with it. It’s necessary because I’m killing Kiam (in the most mature way possible). There may be moments of Kiam or Liamy friendship later on in the fic, but I promise you, Liam Booker is not getting it on with either of the girls. EVER. (Can you tell I’m really worried people will see Liam in this chapter and stop reading instantly?) Just trust that I do everything for a reason.

Let me know if you like the first chapter! I haven’t written fic in years and this would be a multi-chapter thing, which daunts me a little. I’m not ashamed to ask for encouragement. :)

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“My First Love”......

After posting a few more “thirst trap” pics on Simstagram, and purposefully talking about my single status, I was confident that Moses would get the hint and reach out. At first I told myself, he didn’t see them since we don’t follow each other on social media anymore, but after our mutual friends re-posted my pics and status, it became clear that he just wasn’t interested. His ass moved on with his new Thot and obviously didn’t want anything to do with me. It’s been two weeks and I still can’t wrap my head around this. He approaches me at the cafe sort of hinting that he still has me in his heart even after finding out that I was with Trey, fucking my mind up, and now he sees I’m available and ignores it…Where’s the logic in that?? I worked hard to move on with my life and he managed to ruin that in just a few minutes, making me realizing I still love him and causing me to fuck shit up with Trey. Now, I don’t have him, I don’t have Moses, and I don’t truly have my happiness. I know a man is not supposed to define you and all of that but I’m honestly satisfied with everything else in my life. The kind of love that only your other half can give you, is the only thing missing from it. With this shit still weighing heavy, I managed to fix myself up and mentally prepare to see Moses as I headed into Nica’s wedding venue. Today is just the rehearsal for her big day, happening a week from now. With me as the maid-of-honor and him as the best-man, we had no other option but to be next to each other again.

Now I came in here with the intention of being cool, calm and collected, but I instantly forgot about that shit once I saw this BS. Did he really have to bring his thot with him?? To make matters worse, his aunt was talking to her as if she was part of the family. My eyes began to water as memories of Vivian’s hateful antics towards me flashed in my mind. Here this bitch is, loving the new chick, after driving a wedge between Moses and I, ultimately causing our break-up. As I felt myself losing it, I quickly got it together and held my head up high as I approached the waiting area.

“Leah!…I mean Tee since I’ve been demoted.” Moses said, smirking. “Took you long enough to get here.”

 “Wassup, Moses” I said, with a fake ass smile waving as I swiftly walked past him.

I barely noticed his ass cutting his eyes at me and carried on greeting Nica. While I was ecstatic that my best friend will be getting married soon, a part of me was bitter, given all my failures with men…Humph, one of which was standing just a few feet away with his new boo. Nonetheless I mustered up enough strength to put aside my feelings and give Nica the positivity, eagerness, and enthusiasm from her best friend and maid-of-honor that she deserved. After we gushed over the details of her wedding with the planning team, it was time for the rehearsal to begin. The rest of the wedding party gathered in the hallway while I stood silently off to the side, wishing they would hurry up so I could get this all over with. Moses, clearly not getting the hint, decided to come over and speak to me. 

“I bet this is the quietest you’ve ever been in your life, hunh?” He said, still trying to be friendly. 

“Who knows…” I said looking off to the side, clearly not in the mood. 

“Leah, come on, I’m just tryin to make this less awkward for both of us.”

“Are you know??…Humph, well you could’ve started by not bringing your new chick here. I’m glad to see your aunt is very accepting of her by the way.”

“Seriously??….Wow…” He said, chuckling in amazement. 

“I’m glad its funny to you.”

“Yeah it is actually. It’s funny because she’s not my chick, she’s my cousin.”

“Moses, please…You don’t have to bullshit me. She’s plastered all over your Simstagram…I’m not stupid.”

“Well, while you were snooping, did you bother to click the photos to read their captions? Because if you did, you would’ve seen that I refer to her as my cousin. She just moved here from living with our grandfather in Starlight Shores. He had a commitment problem just like my uncle and her mother was born while he was married to my grandmother. We just added Dream to our label and I was tryin to get her name out there.” 

“Humph, Shit, my bad then…” I said, trying to play it off.   

I turned around and started looking at my phone to appear unbothered. While I was happy to hear that he wasn’t with anyone, I started to realize that it changed nothing…He didn’t want me, despite being alone. It hurt even more to know that and the pain slowly started to get to me. Attempting not to think about it, I focused on the positive things going on in my life. After I gave myself a mental “pep” talk, the heartache subsided. So much so that when Nica’s wedding song started playing, I didn’t cry. It’s a beautiful duet by one of Moses’ RnB artists about true love. It took me a while to listen to it because of our breakup but once I was able to, I fell in love with it. As, I started to sing along, I noticed Moses smiling out the corner of my eye. At this point, I realized being pissed at him for moving on was stupid, so I put my feelings aside and acted as I normally would. 

“I know you’re not over there smiling at me. We all can’t sing as good as you Muses.” I said, laughing. “This is my favorite song and you will not ruin it for me.” 

“Shit, I should be smiling at your failure to sing but I’m not. I’m actually smiling at the fact that you like..wait…love the song I wrote for you.”

“Wrote??….” I asked, stunned. 

“Yeah, I guess I was all in my feelins then. Shit, remember that time I asked you to come through to the studio when we were havin issues and you declined??” He said, as I nodded yes. “Well, I had just finished it and I wanted you to hear, but umm you know…”

“Humph, Yeah I basically told you later that night that, I needed time to figure shit out and wasn’t tryin to listen anything you had to say.” I said, with my head down.

“Look, my bad…I didn’t mean to upset you…Shit it’s all in the past now.” He said, grabbing my hand. 

“No, It’s cool…You just caught me off guard” I said, trying to play it off once again. 

“Good, because there’s one more song, a remake, Nica is using that I produced and I know you loved it…Just givin you a heads up…So are you ready?” 

“Yeah, I guess so…” I said, feeling sad all over again.  

We walked in the hallway and lined up with the rest of the wedding party. Even though I used all my techniques to calm down, I was still filled with emotion and tried my hardest to keep it under wraps. This was definitely not the life I envisioned almost two years ago. I thought Moses and I would be still going strong and heading toward marriage by now but I guess life has a funny way of fucking up my dreams. At this point I figured it was a good idea to stay out of my head and listen to the planners’ directions. This rehearsal wouldn’t be long and once it was over I could go home and start moving on, this time for good.  

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