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overthepacific
Magical Inkwell - Wrote MLP fanfiction consisting of at least around 1.5k words, and has a verified link to the platform of their choice

You let out a long sigh as you slowly let the servant’s uniform fall off of your shoulders. It’s been a hard couple of weeks since Luna returned from her banishment, but you were getting paid either way, so you had nothing to complain about. You pull a more comfortable shirt out of the dresser next to your bed, careful not to hit the walls of the tiny room you were allotted while you put it on.
 
It’s well passed midnight now, and you can’t wait to just lay down and go to sleep already. Just as you turn around, however, your heart jumps into your throat when you realize someone’s in this tiny room with you.
 
“Princess Luna?” you ask, once your heartrate returns to a normal pace. You clear your throat and look away, feeling your cheeks heat up at the sight of her in her less regal attire. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
 
Luna looks away from you as well, a light blush forming on her pale cheeks. She brushes some of her unruly hair out of her face as she stares at the floor. “I… my chambers are… unsatisfactory,” she stammers, the hair she just brushed away falling back into her eyes.
 
You quickly grab your uniform off of the floor, ready for duty. “My apologies, your majesty. I’ll attend to them at once.”
 
Luna raises a hand off of the pillow in her grasp to stop you. “Um… that won’t be necessary,” Luna says, the blush growing brighter on her face. “I wish to sleep in here…” she says, nervousness growing on her face. Her feet fidget in place as she looks anywhere in the room but at you. After a moment of confusion, Luna lets out a meek “with you”.
 
A strong blush grows on your face now as well. After a few weeks of working in her section of the castle you could tell something was wrong with her, only now you know what; she was lonely.
 
“Oh…” you say, trying to ignore the sudden burning on your face. You offer her a gentle smile as you sit down on the bed and open up the sheets. “As you wish your majesty.”
 
Luna’s nervous expression turns into a subtle grin at your approval. She flips the light switch on and follows you into your bed.
 
She quickly snuggles in next to you, leaving you no choice but to lay one arm around her. Her hair falls against you, spreading the aroma of soft lavender against you. You can hear her let out a content sigh as she settles into her pillow beside you. “Thank you,” she whispers.