Warning before you even begin this story collection/jumble/mess. Probably every story in this collection will have massive time jumps and story gapes. That's because they are exactly what the collection title implies. Overflow. Things that were supposed to be finished and updated elsewhere, but it didn't happen. Not to say they won't be done enough to read. They will be. But somethings might not make a whole lot of sense. Get creative as you read if you want.

Regardless, I hope you give this collection a chance, because some of the things going into it are my favorite works that I just have no inspiration for. And, hey, don't be afraid to take an idea and run with it. No complaints from me. Just message me or leave a review so I can go and read what you write!

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I have a secret. I'm in love with one of my house's employees.

Well... I call him an employee, but he is more of a servant. Or, really, a slave.

"Coffee?" Those eyes like a bright, burning fire stare at me from the end of the bed.

He will do whatever I ask, whenever I ask.

The book that was in my hands is placed into my lap, but I don't let go of it.

"Only if you hold the cup for me." As always, he steps over with cup in hand and brings the ceramic to my lips. I allow the liquid to pass for a moment before he pulls the cup away. Licking my lips, I smile. "It was delicious."

"Just as you wish it to be, sir."

"I wish you wouldn't call me that, Sheik."

White-blond hair is tickling my nose and the night's events come back to me as I shift back. I got drunk at one of my parent's parties. Those wine colored orbs I love so are staring up at me, but their owner seems completely calm. "Good morning."

Is that a slight smile?

I clench my jaw, furious and guilty beyond reason. "Why aren't you mad?! I-" A growl escapes me. As much as I can't say it, I know what I have done.

Sheik hasn't said a word in reply, but I know the reason. He is my servant and I am his master. But I don't want that, dammit!

Shyly, he pulls the blanket up to cover his nakedness. "You have not taken anything that was not already yours."

"Stop thinking that way!"

"How can I not? I belong to you."

"No, you don't!"

"I-" Tears come to his eyes suddenly. I'd never seen him show so much emotion before. Even Sheik's voice was shaking. "I... don't."

"Sheik..." He hiccups as more tears fall. "Don't cry."

A sniffle followed by several others. I know he is trying to not cry more. "I am... sorry." Curse him for being cute even when crying, because I want to push him down even now.

"Don't apologize. You've done nothing wrong." ... "Please, Sheik. You know I would never treat you like my servant."

"But you must. That is what I am. You are my everything."

"Only if you will be my everything."

"I... don't understand."

"Sheik." Soft skin met my fingertips as I took his face into my hands. Those eyes flashed with fear and I knew I could not say what I longed to say. "You should get some rest. Forget I said anything."

"But-"

"Master's orders." He sighed as I kissed his forehead. "Sleep."

"M'kay." Satisfied that he was going to at least sleep, I gathered my clothes from the floor, dressed quickly, and fled.

Three hours of fencing later, I was practically drowning in my thoughts... And sweat.

My door was open and I stepped inside to find Sheik putting clean sheets on my bed. Pissed that he was even awake, I sped over to pluck him from the floor. A cute 'eep' left him right before I tossed him onto the bed.

Sheik groaned and his hands flew to his lower back. Regretting being so rough with him, but ignoring the gnawing at my stomach, I quickly pinned him to the bed.

"I gave you an order and you disobeyed me."

Panicked eyes study my face, taking in the anger. "T-The bed-"

"Could have waited. I'm not going to bed for hours still."

"What would-"

"If your next words are 'your father say' I'll lick your damn nose!"

Sheik pauses, obviously not expecting that. He blinks once. Twice. Then something amazing happens. He giggles. "Your threat doesn't sound that bad."

Feeling a bit bubbly myself, I retort. "You think that until I have licked from your chin to your forehead."

A playfulness has emerged in those crimson pools. I imagine Sheik cocking a hip just so, a delicate hand placed on it. "It would not be the first time you've licked me."

Smiling softly, I leaned in to nuzzle his cheek. "And hopefully not the last."

"Yeah..."

"Does that mean you-"

"I was lying when I said I didn't understand." Smaller hands tangle in my shirt. "You love me, don't you. For a while now too."

My heart races at he way he says it. Like he's known for some time. Blushing, I flop over to lay next to Sheik on the bed. "Is that okay?"

"I would not have submitted to you if I had not already entertained the idea."

Those eyes are going to burn me, I swear. The way they stare deeply into my own. "Good."

"Why?" It takes but a moment to swing myself up over Sheik on the bed.

"Because I don't think I can hold myself back anymore."

He gasps as I lean in to bite the skin of his neck. "Link!"

My eyes widened. "You said my name..."

Maybe I'm the slave after all. A slave to love.

Bye, friends! Hope you have a splendid time with the rest of your day!

~Shorty