Author's Note: Like I said in the summary thing, these are just a bunch of ficlets I wrote based on a Tumblr prompt ask meme THING. I had SO MUCH FUN writing them, and they probably suck, but I really did have a lot of fun so I don't care.

Here's how it's formatted: Each of these is for individual ships (and then the one for crackships, because I'm Sybana and Scarter shipping trash) and the bolded line at the top of each drabble is what the prompt was titled. OKAY. ENJOY. OR DON'T.

Jacinter

"Can I kiss you?"

Her caramel eyes were so bright as she stared into his, her lips curved downwards. "Can I kiss you? Please?"

His neutral demeanor faltered. "Your Majesty…. We can't."

"Why not?" Queen Winter crossed her arms. "There's nothing stopping us now, Jacin."

He sighed. Let his shoulders fall. "It's inappropriate."

"Stop denying that we have something," she said. She reached out to brush his arm, knowing full well it would weaken him further. "I love you, Jacin. And I know that you love me back."

Jacin shut his eyes. "Winter."

Her fingers trailed down to intertwine with his. "Stop fighting me."

"I'm not."

He could feel her move closer. "Yes, you are."

He opened his eyes and she was hardly inches away. Her lips twitched and he didn't hesitate.

He enveloped her in his arms and kissed her hard.

Because they did have something. And he certainly did love her back.

"Do you ever think we should just stop this?"

It was so painful to see him there.

Just a guard. Just a placeholder of protection. It wasn't fair. He was so much more than that. And he knew it.

She approached him with heavy caution. Thaumaturge Aimery had punished him only yesterday for being too close with the princess. But she had been having a nightmare and he was always so helpful when that happened.

"Sir Clay," she said softly.

His eyes did not leave the wall. "Your Highness."

"Might I have a word with you?"

He didn't react. They weren't supposed to, after all. "Anything you wish, Your Highness."

She sighed. He wouldn't be easy today. "In private?"

The smallest reaction – the bobbing of his Adam's apple. "This corridor is private enough."

She balled her fists at this side. "Don't you ever want to just stop this? Stop being so formal with me, Jacin. We're best friends! You don't have to pretend!"

"I'm only doing my job."

No reaction to her words, to her raised voice.

"Jacin." Her voice hitched. "It isn't fair. I hate this."

His shoulders fell. He looked at her, his ice blue eyes cloaked in a layer of sadness. "I'm sorry, Your Highness."

Her shoulders shook and she brushed past him to go into her room.

As she reached for the door, she looked over at him, tears threatening to fall. "It will happen one day, won't it? You and I?"

He didn't look at her. "I hope for it, Princess."