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Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Maisie writes 2.0

Fluff is back.

Situation : Anna didn't want to do something and sat down and wouldn't budge so Farkas relentlessly tickled

Setting : proudspire manor second floor

Anna and Farkas walk up the stairs to the second floor of the house, then Anna sits down cross legged on the stone floor. Farkas stands over her, arms crossed "What are you doing?" He asks looking down at her. Anna looks up with a smirk "sitting." She replies. He extends his hand out to her "come on Len, get up." She shakes her head "No!" "Please Len." Another shake of the head "You can't make me!" He kneels down "and why won't you get up?" He asks taking her hand. "I don't want to. No more work today!" She says with a chuckle and falls over onto her back. He nods "okay, that's fair. But will you get up now?" "Nope." Anna says with another shake of the head and a smirk. Farkas groans "Well, I'll just have to make you then!" And starts tickling her. She yelps and laughs, trying to squirm away. It's relentless, "stop! Stop! Ah hahaha stop it!!" Anna yells half happy and half pained. She tries to kick him or just do anything to get away from the tickling. "Stopp!!" Anna yells and her head thrashes around against the floor. Only realizes that when Farkas sits her in his lap and kisses her softly that she actually started crying a bit. She buries her head in his chest and wraps her arms around his neck. He wraps her in his arms and pulls her closer to him, placing a gentle kiss on her neck. They stay like that for a few minutes, Just siting on the floor. Anna then sniffles and looks up at him. Farkas wipes away a few of the remaining tears. "I'm sorry if I hurt you Anna." He says softly. "You didn't, I just don't like being tickled." She says with a laugh. "I'll be sure to remember that." He replies with a smile. "You want to go lie down?" He asks. A shrug, "well what do you want to do?" He asks. Anna stifles a laugh, goes to say something and then laughs and her head falls against his shoulder as she dissolves into laughter. Farkas smiles "what's so funny?" He asks squeezing her against him. She eventually stops laughing and says "well, I had an idea...two actually, one is a main idea and another is back up." He looks at her quizzically "please exaplain." He says. "Okay, so option 1. We go pull pranks in the legion fort, or the market place, or both. Or the blue palace!" Farkas stifles a laugh "you really think that's a good idea? To go pull pranks on the legion! I think that their still mad for that incident with the camp. What else you got?...and the market place, possibly, if there small." Anna nods "That's probably true, yay! And my other idea is we just sit in bed and marathon Lotr. Take your pick." She replies. He thinks for a moment "well that's a tough choice. Hmmmmmm, I have a compromise! We go pull a few pranks before nighttime and then go get dinner somewhere and then come back here and marathon lotr." Anna claps her hands "great idea!!! Let's go!" And jumps up out of his arms and runs down the stairs. Farkas stands up "Bretons. 'Flamboyant, highly intelligent, willful, a natural affinity for magic, and have an outgoing personality. Charming." He laughs to himself. "I HEARD THAT!!!" Anna yells from downstairs. The sound of a door opening. "Oh shit, Anna, wait for me!!!" He yells and runs down the stairs to see her standing at the door with a smirk on her face, as she steps one foot out the door, her red and white dress billowing slightly. Her silver eyes sparkle as she moved slightly more out the open door. "Don't do it." Farkas said and walks towards her. Anna turns, steps out the door, and runs down the steps. "God damn it Len." Farkas says under his breath and runs after her...

The End!

I can see why The Fellowship ships these two, I love these idiots.

This has been Maisie writes

2 comments:

  1. I have a request for my OTP.

    Prompt: Steve finds Caitlin with blood running down her arms. Said blood is the result of intentional self-injury. Steve's reaction is up to you.

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