#super quick drabble

[borntoyearn]

ghost has difficulties falling asleep. the only times he finds himself drifting off instantly, is when you're talking to him. it sounds rude, but your voice is so soothing to him. your voice literally lulls him to sleep.

you're both tucked into bed. he's so sleepy, so tired. you would do anything to have him be like you– to have the ability to lay his head on his pillow and knock out in less than five minutes. unfortunately, his thoughts keep him awake, but he thanks whoever is in charge for your presence.

you're laying on his chest, eyes closed. your right hand on his left ear, fingers running over it and on his lobe. usually this would help, but he needs to hear you.

"love?"

"hm"

"you awake?"

"mm-hm"

"talk to me."

"m'kay"

you scoot up and invite him to lay on your chest instead. you tell him about the book you've been reading. how it made you cry. how you wish it would have ended differently.

soft snores begin to escape his lips...a little drool too. you smile and kiss his forehead. you'll definitely be making fun of him tomorrow morning.

[books-and-milkshakes]

You are the kindest thing that ever happened to me

Betty Cooper was the princess of the northside. She was everything a princess should be.

She was beautiful. She was wealthy. She was kind.

She was the perfect puppet.

People loved her and looked up to her. Everywhere she went they came up to her to give her gifts or offer their praises or ask her to bless their daughters to become as beautiful as her.

She was both beloved and envied for the life she led. 

Every girl wanted to be her, except for Betty Cooper herself.

Her mother controlled her every word and action. Her father liked to play with her, torment her for his own amusement.

But the people didn’t see this side. They just saw the perfect king and queen with their perfect princess.

One day, after being tortured by her father and yelled at by her mother, she wandered over the border into the southside. The home of Jughead Jones, the serpent king.

Her mother had warned her to never cross the border. Dark, evil things happened in the southside. The people who lived there were criminals and not worth their time. It was no place for good little girls.

It looked like freedom to Betty.

She walked right into the home of the serpent king and demanded he’d steal her away from the northside.

He knew who she was. He had seen the king and queen parade her around like a doll. He had seen the glassy look behind her eyes as she walked amongst her people pretending to care. He had written her off as another dull, perfect princess.

But as she stood in front of him, ordering him to save her, he found he couldn’t say no to her. He was intriqued by the fire that now resided in her eyes.

He sent a message to the northside saying that Betty Cooper was the serpent queen and would rule along side him over the southside.

Her parents were outraged.

The people cried and feared for their princess. Stories were passed around saying she was kidnapped and held captive. People speculated about the gruesome torture the serpents were inflicting on her.

Betty Cooper heard these stories and laughed at them.

She stood next to Jughead, her king. A man she truly loved, who saw her as his equal and loved her back.

She was finally free.

[alinette-coccinelle]

Winter Week Day 7 - Christmas

AO3

Apologies for the super quick drabble to hit the 31st deadline! I really wanted to complete my first ever prompt challenge! @miraculous-weeks

Happy New Year All! 

“Come on Kitty!  It’s time to wake up!” he felt the bed shake beside him as Marinette climbed on, gently shaking his shoulder in excitement.

Adrien groaned in reply pulling the blanket closer to his face “Princess, its barely morning, why are you awake?”

“It’s Christmas silly!” was the chirpy reply; the one and only day a year Mari actually liked mornings.

Said morning went in a blur of Christmas movies and cuddles as Marinette was insistent they weren’t allowed to get out of their pyjamas until mid day as tradition. But Adrien was far from complaining with no family traditions of his own he was ecstatic to be included in Mari’s, every time she’d glance at him, cuddle closer or pass him once of the cookies they’d baked the day prior his heart swelled a little. He hadn’t had a proper family Christmas in many years but it suddenly seemed worth the wait.

It only got better when the rest of team miraculous dropped in just after lunch all of them bundled up with arms full of gifts. Mari had handed them gift bags at the door sending them all off to get changed.  Her gift this year had been a series of hand-made ‘Tacky’ Christmas jumpers, each proudly themed after their alter ego. Chloe’s jumper was yellow and black striped featuring a gemstone Bee in a Santa hat, Alya’s a vivid orange featuring an embroidered black fox head, She’d made Nino’s bottle green with a shell pattern all over, where as Adrien’s was neon green starring a huge paw print with the phrase ‘Mewoy Christmas’ circling around it and Mari had made her own black spotted red with ‘Snug Bug’ printed across the front.

She’d also made the Kwami tiny coloured Christmas hats which they too now happily wore as the group bunched around the Christmas tree to exchange gifts properly. Nino had proudly produced and edited a mixed CD catered to each of his friend’s tastes, where as Chloe had brought them all a jewellery charm each based on their miraculous.  Alya had produced spoof newspaper articles on their Hero selves, framing them in beautifully hand painted frames. Adrien understandably had gone a little overboard having his first ‘family’ Christmas and had gifted them all extremely thoughtful gifts; Nino had been gifted a brand new set of head phones, Alya a new camera, Chloe had teared up at a Milan exclusive scarf he’d procured and Mari had pounced on him in grateful tears at the handmade leather bound sketch book. He’d had to threaten them all to keep the gifts when they’d objected about cost; well except for Mari who hadn’t been able to stop stroking the sketch book cover in muted awe since opening it.

As a group they’d eaten sweets, played board games (which the Kwami seemed to somehow always win) and lazed around sharing Christmas stories of past years whilst swamped in blankets and cushions. Eventually evening came around and their friends departed for home. Leaving Adrien cuddled around Marinette on the balcony, blanket draped across their shoulders and hot chocolate cradled in hands.

Adrien had never felt so at peace as he stared out across Paris, the day had been a balm to his soul and he placed a gentle kiss to the inside of Mari’s neck in silent thanks.

He caught the corner of her lips lift in a smile as she lent further back into his embrace. “I love you Adrien.”

“I love you too Mari.”

[enchantedphoenix]

A quick Gajevy drabble I was inspired to do Cos of that god awful book I read… Also posted on AO3

Snapping out of their dozes at the sudden crash, both Gajeel and Patherlily jumped up to their feet, their eyes wide, and nostril’s flaring as they sought out the threat - Was it an attack by bandits? A dark guild? Or -

Both cat and Dragon Slayer looked at the book that fell to the floor with a muffled thump, then their eyes slid over to where Levy had perchced herself hours earlier. Her blue brows were pulled together, and her cheeks were flushed with anger as she scowled down at the book she’d, presumably, just thrown against the wall.

Neither Gajeel nor Lily quite knew how to respond to the expression, but, after a moment of uncertain silence, on Gajeel and Lily’s part, and infuriated glaring from Levy, Lily cleared his throat and asked,

"Levy? What is it?"

The partners flinched as she fixed her glare on them instead, and then, without needing any further provocation, Levy’s hands began to move animatedly as she snarled,

"It’s become absolute drivel! The characters are making ridiculous decisions! Even if it’s a book, people simply would not react that way! And then, the “hero" of the story goes and does something that just makes you absolutely hate him! Getting mad at the girl you’re meant to want to get with him, just because she’s not behaving like some damsel in distress? It makes me so mad! And -" she trailed off, and blinked with confusion at the look that Gajeel was giving her. Her blush changed from one of anger, to one of embarassment as her mouth tugged into a mild frown as she muttered, “Wh-What?"

With a chuckle, Gajeel slumped back on the couch and threw “Nothing", over his shoulder, as Lily rolled his eyes and padded over to the kitchen, anticipating the interaction that would follow.

Just as Levy began to whine out a “Gajeel!", the Iron Dragon slayer cocked his head to smirk at her and added, “It’s cute when you’re mad," and if Levy had been blushing before, it was nothing compared to the red that her face turned from that comment.