So it seems when I'm trash, I'm trash haha! This will be a collection of short stories about young hayffie in "Fire and Ice" because I would have loved to write more about them and there are some things that didn't make the final cut. And also because they're cute and I'm trash. Did I mentioned I am trash? To make matters worse, 100years-to-live (who I blame for me free falling into the trash can) sent me a list of kisses prompt and it was so young hayffie in this au I could think of little else so here you now have it.

There will be a lot of fluff in there I'm afraid so I'm apologizing in advance for any overdose on sugar. In terms of updating I think it will publish on Sundays along Fire & Ice and maybe randomly when the mood takes. This is… If anyone wants to read this. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't, I'm aware I am kind of ice skating au obsessed. Hey, admitting you have a problem is the first step, I'm told ;)

wake up kisses pressed gently to the column of A's neck or the underside of B's jaw.

Movie Night

Really, he should have grown used to Effie falling asleep on him. It was how most of their movie nights – he refused to call them date nights no matter what she said – ended: with her sprawled on him, the heavy woolen blankets tangled around her legs because she couldn't stay still for five minutes, not even in her sleep.

He couldn't quite fault her for falling asleep this time though since he had chosen the movie. Admittedly Independence Day hadn't been his best pick. He carefully wriggled until they were lying on their sides, facing each other, with his back to the edge of the couch, and brushed his fingertips against her jaw.

"Wake up, Princess."

She let out a low hum and tried to curl up, she stopped when her knees hit his thighs. She reached out instinctively, her fingers fisting his shirt. Since her eyes were close and she was completely out, he allowed himself a soft smile.

They could sleep here, he figured. He could arrange the blanket properly and put a cushion on the floor just in case he fell over during the night. He could let her get a rest she badly needed, they both badly needed… Training had been getting harder lately, they seemed to be stuck. They had been looking for new ideas, new songs, new figures… Galas and events didn't allow them a lot of free time and unlike him, Effie tended to spend entire nights awake worrying about them. She was particularly tired.

He glanced at the door. The corridor was dark and the house was silent. The staff had long gone to bed and he wasn't really worried about them anyway but the idea of being discovered by Elindra… The dragon must have known what was going on. Mags certainly did. Of course, Elindra must have known… However they had been very good at not getting caught until then and he would keep on that path if he could. It was honestly not worth the drama it would cause. He didn't want to risk it.

"Come on." he whispered a little more firmly, brushing her jaw with his lips. She let out another hum of protest and pressed her face against the couch. It made him smirk. "Wake up, sweetheart." he insisted in the same gentle voice, dropping kisses down her throat. She instinctively pressed her lips against his jaw in answer.

"I don't want to have sex." she mumbled sleepily.

"You don't want to have sex?" he repeated, amused.

"No." she groaned, snuggling closer to him.

"Well, that's a great boost to my ego, sweetheart." he mocked. "Good thing I just want you to wake up, I guess."

"It's too early." she slurred, her eyes still closed and, he was sure, not truly awake.

"But we can't stay on the couch." he stated. "Come on. Let's go to bed."

She opened heavy eyelids, muffled a yawn against her forearm and pouted.

"Carry me." she requested.

He rolled his eyes.

Really, he should have known that would happen too. He lifted her up with ease, trying to remain irritated but fondly amused instead when she nuzzled his neck with her nose in thanks. She was back asleep before they even reached the first floor.

He wasn't even surprised.

Did you like it? I'm know it's puuuure fluff but... what can I say... Young hayffie IS fluffy. Let me know what you think, if you're interested, if I should call professional help for my obsession... ;)