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Lovely Losers1. FocusLovely Losers by FieryFafar
Robin tried to read her strategy book. The key word here was ‘tried’, for every passing second only loosened her concentration and directed it straight to the culprit of it all.
“Chrom, stop disturbing me!” Unable to take the feel of her skin prickling up her neck, Robin once again swatted his hand away. It wasn’t that she minded his company – as a matter of fact, she loved it. But Robin might have love it more if Chrom would just stop distracting her by mindlessly tracing her bare arms with his fingers.
The prince pulled a little pout, only to break it to a soft chuckle of amusement. “Sorry.” He raised his hands and leveled them near his head as a sign of apology. The laugh that tightly stifled behind pursed lips only quivered once he saw not only a glare, but the soft shade of red in her lovely cheeks.
Without another word, Robin resumed her reading. One hand carefully traced over the words in the book, while the other g
Crimson Inheritance "Mommy…I feel strange…"Crimson Inheritance by FieryFafar
Upon hearing her son’s voice, Olivia turned. And when she did, a terrifying - albeit hilariously melodious - shriek echoed inside the little cottage. “OH GODS INIGO YOUR EYES HENRY!!
“Nyahaha! Well would you look at that!” Henry laughed amusingly as he stooped down to face him. “Looks like someone inherited more than just my hair colour. Ahaha!” Head shaking slowly, he stretched one hand and gently rubbed Inigo’s left cheek. “This is kinda nostalgic. I remembered my first glowy eyes just when I was about your age.” The tone of amusement now mixed with a hint of worry, Henry calmly observed his son’s irises. Flickers of red sometimes sparked, but were then quickly reverted back to its original sandy colour the second Inigo blinked.
Olivia, who had been holding Inigo’s hand and constantly petting his snow white hair in worry, looked at her husband a
Ribbons “I did warn you that I’m terrible at this.”Ribbons by FieryFafar
“Oh shush.” She cast a peek at the man sitting behind him, a small curve of a beautiful smile traced her lips. “I admit, you’re not the best for hair-braiding. That I learned from Lissa.” A soft giggle was then given, breaking out a long, embarrassed groan from him. “But at least you can comb and do some basic tying. So really, you didn’t murder my hair much.” Legs crossed as she sat on the bed, Robin leaned backwards and playfully bumped her back against his chest.
The small pout that supposedly had the intention to grow bigger only broke to a silly grin. “I’m not that hopeless, Robin.” Placing the brush by his right side, Chrom carefully laced his fingers through her long purple hair. Each strand was soft to the touch, tickling his palm and brushing his own skin like feathers. That little grin softened to a much infatuated smile, Chrom s
Nostalgic Warmth “Feel better?”Nostalgic Warmth by FieryFafar
“Mhmm…” Nowi purred softly as she lay her head on his lap. Eyes still shut and pressed lips faintly broken to a softer purr, she nuzzled his skin with her cheek until it actually gave out a ticklish chuckle from the man himself.
Frederick only flashed a smile, laced with love and brimmed with passion that only dripped at the lovely wife before him. “You need to take better care of yourself, my sweet.” He advised her, though tone filled with admiration and care rather than the stern pitch he usually held for others. The back of his left hand softly caressed her left cheek, brushing over the smooth skin that breathed giggles from her mouth. “Though you are a mighty dragon, eating too much will still tamper with your digestion system.” A small trace of a pout tugged his lower lip. His hand then rested on her waist, fingers gingerly tracing little circles near her stomach. “You gave me a terribl
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In their almost 2 years of friendship, both Kotone and Silver soon realized that they have feelings for each other without neither of them knowing. This frustrates the boy and even saddens the girl. Until one quiet night, Kotone accidentally made a wish for Silver to fall head over heels for her. Unfortunately for them both, a certain Wish Pokemon heard her wish.
Now it's a race against time to find Jirachi and undo the wish before Silver becomes trapped in the idiotic love spell - for good.
this story contains:
2. a light-hearted fic with lots of random stupidity (im serious this time it wont be like wtao...hopefully...)
3. a very VERY OOC and lovesick silver
4. kotone being horrified about the whole situation
5. expect some teasing and minor smut
6. all the pokemon are just as easygoing and placed in funny situations- even mewtwo
7. this fic will lack seriousness or common sense
Number 81[ 1 ]Number 81 by kiddopolis
When White first realises she’s in love, she spends a week training. It’s no different to any other week, in all actuality, save for the fact that she’s up before the sun and home long after it’s set. It shouldn’t have been too surprising, after all, she and Mei have been together for two years. Two years of good memories, soft touches and reassuring words. So it’s not as though she’s scared or anything.
Emboar grunts to her right, a stream of hot fire blasting the punchbag she’d set up hours ago. Sweat trickles down her neck, joining the patch on the front of her shirt. Ok, in all honesty, she’s terrified. In all her twenty-four years of life, White has never fallen in love. At least, never with a person. Emboar she loves with everything she has - the rest of her pokemon also taking up residence within her heart. She’s fallen in love with Unova, and Kanto, and hopes that this summer she and Mei will fall i
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hello my darling hello my friends hello im bACK FROM THE DEAD
ok i am hella srry it feels like 84 years since ive been here ahaha...ha..........
tbh im on my internship rn and its on weekdays n eventho my shift ends at 345 its kinda tiring
tho its fun coz im a teacher now ehehehhehehe
a teacher who still screams n squeals over the existence of fictional characters n animes but u get my drift. my internship ends until sept 5 so thats really long and that means REALLY LATE UPDATES AND LESS FREE TIME OR ENERGY TO WRITE A DETAILED THING SO....gom en.....
i hope u guys are doing well! >w< i do miss u guys n da tho eventho my dedication is as brittle as a biscuit. heeeee i just wanna say that eventho i rarely RARELY reply most comments like i used to, i still cherish n love each n every one of them. thanks a bunch for the compliments. thanks a bunch for the support. thanks a bunch for reading n liking my stories. u guys are truly wonderful and i hope all of u have a wonderful day c:
also to make it up for the wtao readers heres a sneak peek ehee
A faint gasp slipped through his lips as N heard the boy’s voice calling for her. A pair of stunned green eyes watched as Cheren ran past Isaac like it was nothing.
Then, an indescribable pain slammed into his chest as he watched him hold her.
His heart felt as if it had stopped. His lungs felt as if they had collected poison. Bright green eyes were glued to the embrace that happened before him. He didn’t hear the threatening growl. He didn’t see the deranged fangs of the Samurott. No. All N could do was sit, his body still as a statue.
For the first time as the moon shone brightly above the dark sky, N finally discovered a new emotion: Heartbreak.
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