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    “I’ll… leave you to it then. And bring you supper later.”, you mumbled, hoping that Charles would hear you, but one glance told you that he was still ignoring you.      With a heavy sigh you closed the door to his bedroom and left him there in the semi-darkness, alone. Which was exactly what he wanted you to do, but you knew it was the very least you should do. But you… you just lacked the strength to go on.      Fighting to keep a sob from wrenching free, you leaned against the closed door and wiped away tears. The school was empty, closed. All teachers and students either drafted or gone. You balled your

You and Will were together for over a year. Your relationship never moved, you were just a couple. You didn't leave him even when he was having troubles with sleeping, sleepwalking or when he thought he killed someone during imagining a crime. He loved this about you, that you never left him. Now you were lying in his small bed, snuggling up to him, with your head on his chest, when his arm was around your waist, pulling you closer. His hand was stroking gently your hair, he was waiting until you fell asleep. But you didn't want to sleep. You wanted this moment to never end. "You should sleep." Will spoke up with a husky, quiet voice. You hum

“Merlin!” You took a step back, letting the cold water the boy had just splashed on you drip onto the floor. “I was taking these sheets to Arthur’s room.” Merlin looked at you with an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). Here, let me grab you some dry ones.” He took the sopping sheets from your hands before you could protest. “Be right back,” he guaranteed, before rushing down the hall. You sighed and leaned against the wall, waiting for his return. You were a servant at the castle. Fortunately ( or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it), you were no one’

//I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS IN THIS TV SHOW/BOOKS, OTHER THAN THIS FANFIC// Enjoy~    "What if this isn't all a part of my mind (Y/N)?...What if I'm losing my sanity?" Will mutters, his eyes empty yet gentle. He was at the brink of insanity or so he believed, and he didn't know who to go to other than you. You had always been a great companion, friend, but most of all you had always been someone special to him. Will's darling, or at least that's what everyone would call you behind your backs. Of course, over time Will had noticed, noticed how Beverly gently nudged him when you were around, or when Alana would quickly glance towards the tw

You awaken in the middle of the night to your little sister, Megara, screaming. You throw the sheets off of you and stumble into her bedroom. She's sitting up in her bed. When you come to her bedside, she wraps her arms around you and begins to cry. You cradle her in your arms and run a hand through her blonde curls. "Shh, it's okay," you whisper to her. "Everything's okay. I've got you." Even as you soothe her, you can feel the heat radiating from her body. The fever is striking once more. Meg's small body is covered in a sheen of sweat. You pull her away from you just enough to take in her blood red cheeks. Even her blue eyes are glazed.

WARNING: Contains slight sexual references You sighed and slipped out of bed, dressing quickly. You glanced over at Arthur, walking back over to him and running your fingers through his hair lightly. You pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, letting out a surprised squeak as his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you back onto his chest. “Where are you going?” Arthur asked, his voice husky and garbled from sleep. “I need to leave before one of your servants get here, don’t I? It wouldn’t look very good for the future king of Camelot to be seen in bed with his maid.” You said, trying, and failing, to

The bright lights that reflected off the crystals of the chandeliers had blinded you for a moment. You swallowed thickly, your (e/c) eyes looking around at the people around you. Both the men and women looked expensive to touch with their suits and long ball gowns that you knew you would never find a replica of. Even though the silver dress you wore was beautiful and made you look stunning, you still couldn’t help but envy the other dresses you saw that either hung or hugged the other women’s bodies. You walked through the crowd uneasily, keeping your gaze to the ground. Your eyes flicked upwards when a man purposely walked in you

"Erik....?" Came your soft and fragile voice. "Yes, (Name)?" He was by his desk, going through some paperwork that his friend Charles had given him. You were lying down on the couch, resting your head on the top of the couch so that you could see what Erik was doing. Lately Erik was always busy. Him and Charles had been traveling around the city looking for other mutants, such as yourself, in hopes of giving them a better future. You weren’t against what they were doing at all. In fact, you supported them every step of the way. The only issue you had was not being able to see Erik as often as you’d like. If it wasn’t discuss

(( PLEASE COMMENT! I LOVE MY COMMENTS! Oh word of warning readers. This story contains the language of a well educated sailor in one or two bits. Not much really but enough where some twat would comment saying I should have put a warning. My comment to those people: Have you seen ANY episodes with France in it?  Yes? Then you can handle anything my child. )) You think I'm an ignorant savage And you've been so many places I guess it must be so But still I cannot see If the savage one is me How can there be so much that you don't know? You don't know ... He was not the first to arrive on the shores of the New World. Oh no many had come befor