Young Writers Society

Shara gasped. "How is that not fair princess? If you can use your beauty to bewitch me? To make me basically drool there and have no choice but to desire to kiss you repeatedly. How can I not at the very least acknowledge that fact and make it known that you have committed this dastardly scandalous move to befuddle me."

"The adorable princess
dressed to impress
made their protector drool
and bend to their rule."

Nahi covered their mouth, eyes blowing wide. That… oh that made them feel a lot of things. So many things. All at once. Their face felt like it was about to burst into flames. Oh that was evil.

Shara smirked, rocking them carefully back and forth as she continued to walk. Their room had to almost be in sight by now. They'd been walking for so long at this point.



Shara giggled again. Oh she did love coming up with poetry. Especially when the reactions were this adorable.

Nahi squealed again and rushed to hide their face in Shara’s chest. Nope. That was enough today. Goodbye cruel world. Nahi wasn’t surviving this. Shara was far too sweet. And Nahi was far too gay.

Shara giggled. "Aww, my beautiful view is ruined. Please don't do this to me. I won't survive. Please my princess. As much as I adore the feeling of that lovely face pressed up against my chest, I wish to see it more. Cuddling can be saved for actually sleeping you know."



"Okay I couldn't quite get it to rhyme on the last one. Even godly powers have their limits."

Nahi giggled, refusing to budge from Shara’s chest. “I’m hiding. Forever. You killed me. Dead princess now.”

They burrowed closer to Shara, curling tightly into her.

Shara hugged them tighter, unable to resist the urge to lean down and give them a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Well too bad then. I'll be joining you in death shortly. And you know what will happen then. I'm simply going to recite the same facts to you all over again. How do you plan on responding to that? I would personally chose to come back and save your protector from a certain death."

Nahi whined. “Well, you have to revive me. Because I’m already dead.”

Shara giggled. "Oh do I know? How exactly does one go about doing that? Oh wait. Let me check. Kisses wasn't it?" Shara giggled again.

They were at the door now. Shara recognized that number. Perfect timing. They could make out in peace now.

"Well princess, if you could wait for me to unlock this door and get us inside, I could certainly revive you." Shara smirked. "And you know if you wanted another kiss you could have just asked, you didn't have to actually go and die."

Nahi squeaked. “Well… dead people… dead people good… at waiting…”

Shara giggled. "Dead people have been known to be good at waiting. Although I wouldn't keep you waiting like that princess, this is only because you specifically requested it." Shara couldn't resist another forehead kiss before she started fumbling with the keys. This door was being surprisingly annoying.

Nahi squeaked. “I… I um… okay…”

Shara managed to get the door open finally and practically ran inside. She did not care what it looked like. They had four years to figure out what the inside of this room would be like. She just needed to kiss Nahi like right now.

Nahi giggled, resisting the urge to lift their head to accept a kiss that Shara just had to be saving up. They were supposed to be dead.

Shara carefully poked at Nahi's forehead. "Princess, we're in the room now. I can't kiss you and revive you from the dead if I don't have access to those lips? Pretty please."