#just pure fluff

[corpsebasil]

Quit Staring

ethan brainrot dont talk to me this got me like 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

The Halloween party was loud. Extremely loud, and you could barely hear yourself think, let alone the guy that was attempting to hit on you.

“So like, I’ve got this cool new game upstairs. It’s called a Ouija Board and you talk like, to the dead and shit. Wanna try it out?”

What.

“Ouija? The game literally everyone knows about?” You took a long sip of your watered down vodka red-bull and looked the frat boy up and down. “You know there’s a movie right?”

“Ah whatever.” He seemed to be slurring a bit, blinking lazily at you. “Nice dress by the way. What are you, an angel?”

You only stared, wondering if barking at him would make him go away, when an arm slid around your waist and pulled you into their chest. You tensed before realizing it was just Ethan; he’d lost his helmet at some point in the night and his dark hair was a tad bit sweaty.

“She’s Juliet.” He told the guy, gesturing to his knight costume and your angel wings. “I’m Romeo.”

“Is that, like, a movie?” The frat boy asked, peering at you in confusion. You almost gawked.

“Dude are you serious?” Ethan’s eyebrow raised. The frat boy, looking suddenly a bit embarrassed, found himself somewhere else to be. “Jesus, what an idiot.”

You snorted and pulled away, turning to face him. He seemed a little tipsy but not too bad, his expression warm and eyes soft as they stared down at you.

“Thanks for saving me.” You said, reaching out to adjust his costume a bit. “I thought I was actually losing brain cells.”

“Yeah he—”

“Ohmygoood.” A girl cooed, pausing in front of the two of you. You raised your brows and took a sip from your rapidly emptying cup. “I love that movie.” The side eye Ethan gave you was so astronomical you almost spit out your drink. “Wow. And Leo is so hot, right?” She continued, oblivious to the both of you’s disinterest.

But when she laid her hand on his shoulder, smiling flirtatiously, you felt something strangely territorial run over you. If knives could be magically produced by your vision this sorority sister’s hand would fall off.

“You don’t really look like Leo, though.” She said and you moved forward, wrapping your arm around Ethan’s waist. Her eyes widened and she immediately moved back, to her credit. You almost admired her rapid retreat. “Oh shit. I’m sorry. I’m drunk. Are two you a couple?”

“Yeah—” Ethan said, at the same time as you said, “Couple of besties.”

Ethan turned his head to look at you and you avoided his stare, sure you would laugh if you saw what would most likely be his amused expression as well. The girl whistled under her breath and nodded, mumbling ‘okayyy’ under her breath as she moved away.

The second she was gone you laughed, pulling Ethan closer to you and glancing up at him. He was looking down at you with a quizzical expression on his face, his brows knit. You shook him a little, an awkward laugh leaving your mouth.

“Quit staring at me, E.” You teased. You tousled his curls and grabbed his hand, dragging him along with you. “Come on. I say we get super drunk, go to my place, and order takeout. I would massacre a small town for a Caesar salad and a Diet Coke—what?”

He’d tugged you to a stop, those brown eyes of his on your face.

“Do you—” he started, seeming hesitant, and you smiled.

“Do I what?” When he didn’t speak you took his face in your hands, ignoring the stunned expression he now wore. Lord, you must’ve been tipsier than you’d thought. “Spit it out E.”

He swallowed.

“Do you like me?”

Your eyes narrowed, thinking, before you let out a laugh. He tensed, mouth forming into a frown, but you only giggled, running your thumbs across his cheeks, not allowing him to pull back from your grip.

“Of course, E, what the fuck?” You tugged him forward and his breath hitched, but he let out a cry of protest, batting you away when you placed an extremely wet, extremely loud kiss to the side of his face.

“Jesus, Y/N.” He wiped at his cheek, glaring, but you could tell he was holding back a laugh. “That was awful.”

“I could try again.”

“I’m extremely seduced, thank you. Good god.” He wiped at his face a couple more times, cringing, before allowing you to yank him towards the drink tables.

-

An hour or so later the two of you sat bundled up in your bed, eyes glued to the screen as you watch Girl vs. Monster.

You had insisted on watching a classic horror movie and, when Ethan had asked if you wanted to see Stab 1 or Halloween or something, you’d opened up Disney Plus. Of course Ethan, being Ethan, only pretended to protest before he’d gotten into the film.

“These outfits are questionable.” He said, taking a long sip from your Diet Coke. He had his arm wrapped around you, you snuggled up into his side. “I mean, extremely.”

“This is peak Disney Channel fashion.” You argued, glancing up at him, he pressed his lips together in a smile that made him look so boyish, so adorable, that your stomach dropped. “They um—” You looked away, your face warming. “If you think this is bad you should’ve seen Shake It Up.”

“Wait, do you know that scene in Camp Rock where the girl’s playing the keyboard thingy and it’s awful and everyone pretends it’s great?”

“She’s really good.” You gasped, and Ethan’s laugh made you grin.

He tugged you further up onto to him and propped his chin on your head, his free arm looping over your waist so that he held you completely in his grasp. You felt his fingers twitch against your stomach, him getting adjusted and comfortable, and when he’d finally settled he began running his fingers lazily back and forth over your stomach.

You swallowed.

You weren’t sure why you felt like your skin was buzzing, your heartbeat quickening as you felt his chest rise and fall against your back.

“E?” You whispered, and heard the vibration of his hmmm? run through you. “When you uh,” you took in a slow breath when his arms tightened a fraction around you. “when you asked me if I liked you, what did you mean?”

His movements stilled and he sighed, shrugging. You turned in his grip to face him, your eyes searching his own.

“What did you mean?” You pressed, your cheeks flushed as you stared at your friend. He seemed to take in your expression with a hint of surprise, then with encouragement, as he reached out ran his fingers through your hair.

“I think you know what I meant.” He said, those doe eyes finding your own, and he’d barely opened his mouth to say something—you didn’t know what—before you lunged forward and kissed him.

He let out a noise of surprise that quickly turned into a sigh as you pressed your mouth against his own, clutching his shirt in your hands as his arms slid further around your back. You moved away a fraction to look at him as he pulled you to straddle his lap, and the smile he gave you was so gorgeous you screamed internally.

You felt like you needed to take a lap, to run around, to call Ethan and tell him what just— You wanted to tell Ethan about himself. Good god, this was what you got for kissing your friends.

“So I’m assuming you do like me?” He teased, biting nervously on his bottom lip, and you leaned in to kiss him again. This time it was slower, your mouth parting his own as you licked into him, and he groaned. “You have no idea,” he whispered, moving his hands to touch your face, “how long I’ve had a crush on you for.”

The butterflies you felt were insane. Especially when he asked, kissing you softly, “will you please be my girlfriend already?”

You laughed and nodded, slipping your fingers into his hair.

this shit got my kicking my FEET

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[orqheuss]

Clumsy Love

(Ominis Gaunt/F!Reader FLUFF)

Summary:

Ominis was supposed to be your best friend, so why did being close to him suddenly make your heart race? *** A relaxing day in the Room of Requirement takes a turn that you never expected. Not that you were complaining, though. Who doesn't love a little bit of dancing?

Word count: 3k

AN: I thought this was a really cute idea, and I love the trope where a character is so emotionally constipated that they don't realize they're in love until a really inopportune moment.

If you wanna listen to something while you read, I have a jazz playlist here BUT, if you want specifics, the two songs that I was thinking of for the swing dancing scene started with "Dream a Little Dream of Me" by Ella Fitzgerald, followed by "In the Mood" by Glenn Miller. (if you want a song for the ending, I suggest "The Face I Love" by Stacy Kent)

You didn’t know what you were expecting to come from your day when you retreated to the Room of Requirement, but it certainly wasn’t what was in front of you at the current moment. 

In all honesty, your day started fairly normal— double potions with the Gryffindors, followed by Charms. It wasn’t uncommon for one of your boys, sometimes even both, to follow you from Professor Ronen’s room to your little sanctuary in the Astronomy tower, and today it seemed that Ominis in particular wanted to bask in your company for a little bit longer. Just Ominis. He seemed to be doing that more often as of late. Be it little lingering touches on your arm when he goes to gather your potion ingredients for you, offering to carry your textbooks to a class that you shared, sitting slightly closer than what was normally deemed appropriate at your house table during supper, or going as far as to fall asleep curled against your arm in History of Magic, he was always around. Not that you minded, of course; he was your best friend, bar Sebastian. 

What you did mind was how your body reacted to his closeness, something that happened completely outside of your control. Every time his skin brushed against yours it was like a swarm of lacewing flies hatched in your stomach, their tiny wings beating harshly against the lining of your gut and scratching all the way up to your brain, making it fuzzy and muddled. Your palms would sweat when he stood close to you, small tremors wracking through your form if his shoulder so much as bumped against yours as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. At one point, Sebastian, noticing the extreme shade of pink that overtook your face one evening in the common room when Ominis’ hand “accidentally” brushed against the bare skin above your knee when he reached for his Astronomy textbook on the table, made a big show of pressing his hand to your forehead and feeling for a temperature, asking if you were feeling alright.The most concerning part, though, was that you had become incredibly clumsy whenever he was around. He could just simply speak your name and you would nearly drop anything you were holding in your hands. Sometimes it was something small like your quill, or a hairbrush, but once, to your, and everyone else in your Herbology classes, displeasure, you had dropped the mandrake you were potting when he whispered in your ear asking for help locating his offending tuber. You were beginning to think that you should go pay nurse Blainey a visit— someone must have cursed you to act like this around the sweet blond boy. There was really no logical reason to be this worked up in his presence, and it drove you mad that not only had your peers begun to notice your little slip-ups, but Ominis had also begun to take note of your strange behavior. 

The worst part of it all, though, was instead of asking if you were alright, or coming to the same conclusion as you about the possible curse, he seemed obnoxiously smug about your reactions to him once Sebastian had the gall to point them out. 

What did he know that you didn’t?

Either way, you had developed a new symptom that day in your Come and Go room. An old gramophone had appeared in the corner of your little sitting area not long after you entered, playing some soft ragtime tune chalk full of brass and jaunty piano that created a lovely ambiance to your impromptu study session. Ominis had started humming along soon after it began, seemingly recognizing the melody. His voice had a lovely timbre to it— something deep and earthy that rumbled in your chest and made your heart race with every lift and fall of the notes. Eyes fluttering shut, the book in your lap quickly lost your interest much like most other things when you were in the Slyrherin’s presence. He had this gravitational pull to him that you couldn’t help but react to; everything in your body screamed that you needed to be in his orbit forever. 

Normally, the smallest of movements from him captured your attention, but you were so enthralled by his angelic voice that you didn’t notice him standing before you, his hand outstretched in front of your face and his palm facing the sky, until that heavenly throat cleared itself. You shook yourself from your hypnotized state, fumbling with the book open in your lap and slamming it closed by accident from the shock before snapping your gaze to his. He was looking down at you with a gleam of mirth in his eyes, the mischievous glint making the oceanic blues glitter like the reflection of stars on the black lake. It was uncanny how well he could meet your gaze, no matter the struggles his disability would normally pose. Ominis chuckled lightly at your squeak of fright, flexing his fingers in your direction again as he spoke, his smile clear in his tone. 

“Care to dance, dearest?” 

Dearest. Your two boys called you little pet names before, nothing more significant than a “dear” or “love” here and there, but dearest? Merlin help you. You had felt your heart pick up its pace around the blond before, but the way his mouth moved around that sweet sounding word made your trusty organ completely stop. 

That was definitely new.

He laughed again, a velvety sound that completely wiped your mind of whatever you were about to say. One of Ominis’ perfect eyebrows quirked up slightly, his teeth biting his lower lip in an attempt to hide his cheeky smirk. 

Your jaw opened and closed like a fish gasping for air as you struggled to find your words again. Detangling one of your hands from the knot that your fingers made on your lap, you carefully placed it in his waiting palm; your heartbeat skipping again at the sight of his long, lithe fingers completely engulfing yours. 

You stuttered around the sudden dryness in your mouth. “Y-Yes! I’d love to.” 

The pretty blond’s smile only grew wider as he pulled you up to stand, his pearly white teeth catching the sun rays streaming through the large skylight above as he pressed his hand to the small of your back, drawing you closer until you were flushed with his chest. You prayed to the gods above that he couldn’t feel how harshly your heart was pounding in your chest. 

Ominis carefully swayed the two of you to the beat of the music, his smooth voice humming softly in your ear again as he moved your bodies to and fro. Your shoulders slowly relaxed as the music picked up in volume, the warm-toned sound of the trumpets backing the warbly voice of the jazzy songstress flowing pleasantly through your ears and curling around the forefront of your mind. The boy started to move a bit more, taking your gentle breath against the junction of his neck as the go ahead to move the both of you in a more pronounced motion. As much as he loved messing with you, he still wanted you to feel comfortable around him. Ominis slowly spun you around, keeping small circles for now and letting himself truly relax into the music. His soft hums pittered off more and more with each passing moment, the sound soon being taken over by his singing voice melding with the lyrics of the song playing. Your heartbeat slowed as a contentedness filled your entire body. There was nothing in the world that you could compare the tonality of his voice to; it was truly divine— the lilt of his accent taking you like a breeze on a cooled, winter morning. 

The music only got livelier the longer the two of you were tangled in the embrace. Saxophones sang alongside the standing bass with each swung note, trumpets called across the recording studio and were answered by the trombones on the other side, the piano plucked through a scattered melody that was finished by the vocalist. All the while, Ominis never faltered in his steps. You had never seen his smile so big before— so full of joy and life. Looking at him was like the sun had finally come out after a long, dreary blizzard. There was nowhere else you wanted to be in that very moment, everything was absolutely perfect. 

As the ragtime piano sped up in tempo, so did your steps. The two of you spun around the large, expansive room, letting the music carry you away into its sweet oblivion. Your skirts gently brushed against Ominis’ calves as he swung your body where he wanted it to go, leading you to the best of his ability without his wand to guide him. You served as his eyes, gently pulling him away from things in your path like end tables or chairs as you climbed up and down the stairs, winding around your vivariums and through the grand, columned hallways connecting each section to the other. It wasn’t a good dance in the slightest, neither of you quite coordinated enough to warrant any applause or win any competitions. More often than not your feet ended up atop of his, but he never once flinched or grumbled at your lack of experience. The wiry boy was completely content in this little bit of chaos— he would happily let even the likes of a graphorn crush his toes if he could keep holding you in his arms like this. Your laughter mingled together, bouncing off the tall cathedral ceilings and ringing like the bells of Hogsmeade on a spring day, the smell of fizzing whizbees from Honeydukes and the tiny bangs of fireworks from Zonkos dancing together in the air. 

All of it came crashing down, however, when you did not see the corner of your wizards chess table come into focus— much too distracted by the way the light of your gas lamps caught the white streaks in his pupil-less eyes just right. One wrong move of your ankle and down you both went, tumbling to the ground in a grand knot. Ominis quickly turned his body to shelter your fall, pulling you closer to his chest in a show of protection as he braced for impact against the cold stone floor. He landed first, a soft puff of air leaving his throat alongside a pained “ooph” as your dead weight pressed against his ribs. You clumsily gathered your bearings, scrambling up to your elbows and a rouged blush stretching from ear to ear as apologies fell frantically from your lips.

“Oh Merlin, I am so sorry, Ominis. How unbecoming of me, let me just—” 

His arms tightened around your waist, his fingertips digging into your sides and keeping you steady and exactly where you were, giving you no room to move from his hold. The contact was near burning, like ten tiny hot coals against your skin. You didn’t think you could possibly blush anymore than you already were. Luckily, it seemed that Ominis was in a very similar state under you. His own cheeks were painted the color of roses, making his birthmarks stand out exponentially more against the normal paleness of his skin tone. You traced the tiny, homemade constellations, casting your eyes up more until they met his unseeing, wide-eyed stare. You had never been this close to the boy's face before— never noticed how deep his eyes were, like two endless whirlpools off the Clagmar coast. They drew you in, pulling you deeper and deeper into his frothing currents. You could see entire coastines in them, the seafoam tides that rolled through his turbulent irises smooth but strong like a riptide. There was no question in your mind that you would be completely content drowning in those waves. 

Your thoughts came to a pause when the most adorable giggle you had ever heard came from the boy underneath you. His eyes began to crinkle at the corners as his smile grew wider, tiny little whimpers of a laugh escaping through his parted lips as the situation at hand began to take shape in his mind. Ominis’ entire face lit up like the sun as he laughed, the volume of his voice rising steadily until loud guffaws wracked through his entire body. The tremors vibrated where you were connected, sending a warming buzz through your system as you too were taken over by uncontrollable laughter. Your head fell to his chest, pressing your temple against his sternum as one of his hands reached upwards and thread its way into your hair. If anyone were to come into the room they would think you both had gone completely loony. Who knows, maybe you had. All you knew, though, was that this was the happiest you had felt in a very long time. 

Your cackles soon slowly pittered down to soft giggles as you straightened your neck, opening your eyes again and gazing at the beautiful boy you were still on top of. You didn’t notice when he had stopped laughing with you, but the look on his face at that very second could have ceased time itself. Ominis’ lips were curled upwards in the softest smile you had ever seen, his eyes gentle and half lidded like a cat content in a sunbeam. You were sure he would be purring right now if he had the ability. He was somehow looking at you in a way that you could only describe as how the moon would look at the earth— like your laughter was the sole reason his world continued to spin on its axis. 

Everything you had been feeling, every physical reaction that had confounded you as of late in regards to the blond suddenly made sense. You had not been cursed to act like a blithering idiot like you had originally thought, the answer was much more simple than that. It was truly idiotic how long it took you to realize the simple fact of the matter: you were in love with him. It wasn’t a shock when you finally pieced it together, if anything the revelation came to you as easy as breathing. You were in love with Ominis Gaunt, no if’s, and’s, or but’s. 

One of your hands shifted slightly to the right, cradling the side of his face and soothing your thumb against his cheekbone as his reached to do the same, brushing the hair that fell from your bun behind your ear and gently holding the side of your jaw that he didn’t already have a hand on. A surge of bravery shocked through your veins like lightning as your eyes narrowed in on the soft curve of his cupid's bow, your face leaning minutely closer and your breath fanning against his lips as his eyes flitted closed. 

Screw prosperity, and screw what was deemed “ladylike.” Right now, there was only one thing you wanted to do, and you didn’t think you would ever get another chance as perfect as this. 

Your lips curled into a smile of your own as you whispered against his skin, mouth a hairs length away and gently brushing against his as you spoke. “I am going to kiss you now, Ominis, if that’s alright.” 

All he could do was nod slightly, his own words nothing but a trick of the wind. As if he would ever deny you, and by extension himself, of that simple pleasure. “Okay…”

And then there was no more space between the two of you. Your lips fit together like two puzzle pieces, both torn, well loved, and worn but still able to fit together no matter how many times your edges are frayed. There were no grand fireworks, nor bursts of stars behind your eyes as your mouths moved in tandem, just the feeling that this was right. This was what was missing from your life all of these years. His hands pulled your face impossibly closer, one set of fingers working their way under your top knot and gripping at your roots as you both poured everything you had been feeling into the other. For once, everything was bliss. 

The kiss ended much sooner than you would have liked it to, but unfortunately as humans you needed to breathe every so often. Ominis’ smile was contagious as he pulled away, his breath fanning heavily across your cheeks as he pressed gentle pecks into your skin. It was like a weight had been lifted off his chest. His subtle gestures of courting had finally worked. 

“I have wanted to do that for so long.” 

You snickered lightly, rubbing the tip of your nose against his. “Why didn’t you, then?” 

It was his turn to laugh now, his breathy chuckle your new favorite sound. “It seems I’m just as clumsy with my emotions as you are, my dearest.” 

You both dissolved into giggles again, letting your heartbeats slow back to a normal pace before continuing your activities from before. The gramophone continued to warble from the corner, beckoning you to dance once more with its saccharine song, and who were you to deny its call.

No, it may not have been a perfect dance, nor a perfect first kiss, but it was yours. 

As you clamored off of the fallen blond, cradling his hand in yours as you helped him up from the floor and back into the dancing position you had found yourself in moments ago, you knew one thing for certain: there were definitely going to be more dances, and certainly more clumsiness, to come. 

AN: I won't lie, I don't think this is my best. I still wanted to put it out there though. It's my birthday, pls be nice to me.

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[sunandflame]

An Angel in Human Form

Warnings: It's so tooth rotting fluff, thats the only warning I can give.

Word Count: 1458

Pairing: Photoprapher!Kyojuro x Reader

A/N: As the poll has decided here is the second part of Kyojuro as a photographer. I really love how it turned out and I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did! I also wanna thank my beta reader and editor @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi ❤️

Part 1 (drabble) / Part 2

"Can I see it?"

He looked at you with his big owlish eyes. "What?"

"Can I see the pictures you took?"

Oh. Now he understood. A foreign anxiety spread through him, and he didn't know how to deal with the situation. He wasn’t usually speechless, rather the opposite was often the case, but now - he could only stare at you.

"Did you not take some of me earlier?" You cocked your head while giving him a soft smile and he could feel the heat in his cheeks again. Nothing like this had ever happened to him and he was usually not the shy type.

"Yes, yes I did!" His voice was boisterous, and he bit his tongue, hoping he didn't startle you, but the opposite seemed to be the case. You smiled patiently and shifted your gaze from him to his camera.

He stood next to you to show you the pictures on the small screen. The sudden closeness had his throat tightening up. "Wow... These are beautiful. I like how the light falls here and how you captured the mood..."

"My photo exhibition is in 2 weeks! I would be very happy if you could come." He almost shouted at her and rummaged around for a small invitation card that he’d actually wanted to give to his friend Tengen today - but that could wait as he could get him another later. "All you have to do is show them this card and they'll let you in."

You took the card and read the name on it out loud. "Kyojuro Rengoku..." His name on your lips sounded like angelic dream and he wanted you to repeat it, but you simply looked up. "I promise I’ll come! But I have to go now, so have a nice day!" You gave him a bright smile before turning and walking away. He looked after you and at how the wind blew around your white dress. Kyojuro was unable to move, still awestruck from the beauty of your smile.

2 weeks later...

Kyojuro was nervous and Tengen wasn't used to see his friend in such a state. "Hey calm down. You will see, your exhibition is going to be flamboyant!"

If only it were that. It had been 2 weeks and in those 14 days he hadn't spent a second not thinking about you and your beautiful smile. It probably didn't help that there were three big pictures of you on the wall. One was how you were having a friendly conversation with a homeless man who too seemed stunned by your beauty and the other was how you crouched down, petting a stray cat with a gentle smile, and let her ensnare you. The last picture was the first he shot of you. How the wind blew your hair and you tried to stroke it away from your face with a gentle movement. These pictures of you turned your inner beauty outwards. Pictures that showed what a kind nature you were. The portraits were hanging side by side with the caption 'An angel in human form'. That might have seemed a bit exaggerated, but not in the eyes of Kyojuro, because that was what Kyojuro saw in you and these pictures, and he wasn't ashamed of it either. Of course, there were other pictures in his exhibition. Pictures of traditional Japanese still life, and kendo and sumo fights that showed the beauty and simplicity, but the eye-catcher was the three pictures of you.

Several hours had passed since the opening and there were still no signs of you. The hope in Kyojuro that you would eventually come was slowly fading away since there was only half an hour left. He was talking to someone when he heard a familiar voice. His head jerked toward the entrance so quickly that someone might think that he twisted his neck, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

You were wearing a red dress that gently caressed your hips. Your hair in an improvised updo wearing a subtle makeup. He took in every detail of you, inhaled it and saved it for eternity like his photographs on the walls. All the doubts he had before vanished. He saw your apologetic smile towards the security man while you searched desperately for the invite card in your purse, which he had given to you 2 weeks prior. It seemed that you couldn't find it, but you remembered the address and his name all this time?

"She is a VIP guest of mine." Kyojuro stepped in and signaled the security that he can let her in.

"Oh hello!" Your face blossomed into a sunny glow when you saw him, and he felt his heart leap at this sight.

"You made it. You came." It was like the sight of you in that beautiful red dress took his breath away.

"Yes of course!" You took a step towards him giving him a big smile. "I promised you, didn't I?"

Kyojuro looked at you in surprise at first before giving you a gentle smile and reaching out to take your hand. "Yes, you have." You took his hand and felt the warmth he radiated. His hand was so comfortable and big that you didn't want to let go. Kyojuro showed you around and you studied his works enthusiastically. You were amazed by the beauty he captured with his lens. Tengen watched his friend from afar and gave him a thumbs up and wink while he took care of the rest for Kyojuro so he could spend time with you. It was good that you came late, there weren't many people left and you had all the time in the world to look at his works in peace.

"You are so talented! I love how you captured the beauty of the people and the environment. Is that you in that Bōgu, by the way?" You stood in front of the photograph with the kendo warrior and stood in front of it for a while. He wondered how you came up with that because the kendo mask made the warrior anonymous.

"What makes you think that?" He chuckled. He didn't want to answer you right away.

You moved and gave him a mischievous smile. "I can't quite explain it. It's maybe the stance of the person. It's very-" You stopped mid-sentence, your gaze past his face at the three large portrait of yourself.

Kyojuro turned around to see where you were looking at and immediately felt the heat in his cheeks. Shit, he hadn't considered how you might feel about this and now he felt bad. What if you didn't like it? What if you thought he was a creep? His heart was pounding, and he wasn't sure what to say or what to do. He watched you nervously as you approached the pictures with slow steps, looking at them with wide eyes. You were silent for several moments and Kyojuro was getting more and more nervous. "I-"

"Is that how you see me?" You interrupted him as you turned your gaze from the pictures to his golden-red hues.

"How I see you...?" For the second time in his life, he wasn't sure what to answer. And only you brought out that side of him.

"You really see me as an angel in human form...?" Now it was your cheeks that blushed.

A stone fell from his heart. He walked up to you and took your hand in his. "I don't just see you like that, you are one to me. The first moment I saw you." He lifted your hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles gently. The blush that shot up your face was so adorable in his eyes; he wanted more than to kiss your hand. You looked at him and bit your lower lip, unsure of what to say.

"Would you like-" "Would you like-?"

You two had been talking at the same time and all you could do was giggle. "Would you like some miso soup with sweet potatoes? I know a good place not too far from here."

"I love sweet potatoes!" His smile radiated such warmth.

"Me too! I could eat it every day" You laughed at the coincidence.

He leaned towards you. "How about we go now? I am starving."

"Can you leave exhibition?"

"Yes, that's no problem." He looked around for Tengen and nodded to him. The tall man seemed to understand and just grinned.

You watch the two of them and smiled from ear to ear. "Then let’s go." Your hand didn't let go of his. "I'm Y/N by the way! I thought you should know."

Kyojuro couldn't help but laugh. "Your name even sounds like that of an angel!"

#after all the angst I had to expierence I am gonna provide you all with fluff #just pure fluff #sunnys work #demon slayer #demon slayer drabble #demon slayer fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba drabble #kny #kny drabble #kny fanfic #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x you #kyojuro x y/n #kyojuro x oc #rengoku x reader #rengoku x y/n #rengoku x you #rengoku x oc

[fe-fictions]

I’m being so fr I love you and your work but every time I come back to the blog I have to ask myself whether or not I’ve developed amnesia 😭 do you have any Alfonse tucked away somewhere in the crevices of the internet?

(I have one very sweet little drabble-y thing just for you!! U V U )

The night was still young, and Alfonse was restless. Everyone had already eaten, and those who had spare time outside of chores, patrols  and meetings, they were making merry and enjoying themselves. 

Everyone seemed to be accounted for, except for arguably the most important individual in Alfonse’s eyes; Kiran.

Sharena didn’t seem to know where you’d gone, nor did Anna. Most of the summoned heroes weren’t certain where you’d gotten off to, until he asked one of the more observant ones.

Klein had seen you heading toward the armory by yourself just a little while ago. You seemed fine, he added when Alfonse looked confused (and obviously worried).

“What on earth does she want in there?” He wondered aloud, making a beeline for the armory. It’s not like you wielded any of the weapons, at least not well enough to use. He’d been teaching you the way of the sword, but there was no way he was going to let you bring that onto the battlefield until he was satisfied with your skills.

Maybe you were reviewing the stock on your own, as diligently as usual. Alfonse’s speculation came to a swift conclusion, though, when he passed through the tent flaps.

You were in the armory, yes; dead asleep and leaning against a polearm from where you sat precariously on a bench.

“Kiran?” His face blanched, the prince quickly coming to your side. Carefully he put his fingers to your neck; your pulse was fine, and you didn’t appear to be in pain. You just looked tired, really. 

His brow furrowed when he realized you had dark bags under your eyes, and lines drawn likely caused by the stress of the job. 

“What have you been doing to yourself?” He muttered while he got to work extricating you from the tent. He expertly pulled the polearm away, leaning you back against the weapons rack behind you so as not to wake you.

The spear quietly clacked back into place, and he returned to your side. It would be better to let you sleep.

Alfonse gently raised you into his arms, holding you to his chest and making sure your head was resting against him rather than lolling about.

Making sure you weren’t jostled or stirring, he started out of the tent.

It was tactfully ignored when heroes started whispering about what they saw; what was the prince doing with the summoner?

Why was she asleep?

Were they sweet on each other- and were they really being so blatant about it?

His focus was making sure you got some proper rest for the first time in what appeared to be ages. 

“Please excuse me,” He murmured into your hair, as he brought you back to your tent.

The cot was practically untouched; had you even slept in it that morning?

Alfonse didn’t glance around long. He slowly knelt beside the bedroll, settling you onto the blankets.

With great care, he cupped your head, making sure not to let you bounce by accident when he moved his arms out from under you.

Then came the work on your boots.

Mindful of his own armor and clanking bits, Alfonse was expert in reducing his own noise while he got to work undoing your belts and buckles that surely weren’t comfortable to sleep in.

He managed to pull the first one off before he realized his efforts were in vain.

“Alfonse…?”

“Kiran!” He squeaked when you spoke, finding you staring down at him with bleary eyes.

Blushing, he pulled back, one boot still on and the other sock exposed.

“Forgive me, I just…I found you asleep in the armory and wanted you to be more comfortable in your tent. I brought you back and wanted to at least take some of your armor off while you rested.”

“Thanks.” You rubbed at your eyes, “I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep at all…guess I’ve been working harder than usual.”

“You’ve always worked hard,” Alfonse countered, recovering himself so he could continue his efforts. You watched with a lazy smile as he continued to undo your other boot, “I think it’s just the steady flow of hard work finally sapped the last of your strength, and this was the result.”

“You think so?” 

He nodded quietly while he set the footwear neatly to the side, before returning to your side. You reached for his hand and he gladly took it, giving your fingers a gentle squeeze from his seat beside the bedroll. 

"Would you like to spend the night with me, then?”

“Uhh…”

“Just to sleep,” You added in quickly, realizing the blush on his cheeks wasn’t because of a polite invitation. “I mean, it’s not like you don’t work hard, too…I thought it might be a good chance for both of us to get some good sleep.”

“If you don’t mind having me here.” Alfonse said softly, “I’m happy to stay until you fall asleep, if you’d rather I not stay all night.”

“I’d have you here every night if I could.”

The prince’s heart skipped a beat, and enthusiastically agreed to join you to bed.

He undid his own armor and belts, left in his tunic, trousers and socks.

His headpiece was carefully placed on your desk before he crawled under the blankets with you.

Your arms were open to receive him, and Alfonse was happily wrapped up in a sleepy embrace by his loved one.

You nestled your head into his hair, feeling far more relaxed with the handsome, sweet prince snuggled up with you.

“Goodnight, Alfonse…thanks for looking out for me.”

“Always.” He smiled against your skin, a chaste kiss along your collarbone. “Sleep well, Kiran.”

#alfonse #kiran #fe heroes #fire emblem heroes #fe: heroes #feh #alfonse x kiran #alfonse x summoner #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!kiran #fem!kiran #f!mu #fluff #just pure fluff #a whole bunch of paragraphs of ONLY fluff #we love that for alfie ;;;;

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝙏𝙤 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙄𝙣 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 ~ 𝘼𝙡𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝘿𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Summary: After a long day, there's nothing more you'd like than a warm bath to soothe your aching bones (which frankly, you should not have with the superhuman capabilities you possess, but it's okay you supposed). But with the nighttime came the silence, something you were unused to in Castle Dimitrescu. To fill the silence you begin to sing, and before long you find another voice joining your own in perfect harmony.

OR

A short fluffy fic about singing with our darling Alcina, because there is no doubt in my mind she would have the loveliest voice :))

Warnings: Mentions of sex (but it's quite literally just a passing joke, nothing extreme lol)

Authors Note: Hello~ Back again with a brand new fic! It was nice to finally have time to write, haha. This, you may all recall, is based off of a headcanon I wrote a few days ago. Hope you enjoy! Oh, and thank you @sandyyybonham for giving me the incentive to write this, haha.

With a groan you leaned back into the chair you sat in, rubbing your eyes in exhaustion after finishing the paperwork you were tasked to do at long last. It was as though all at once the tiredness you had pushed down came flooding to the surface, and even despite the superhuman traits you had from the cadou the events of the day still wore you out.

Glancing out the window you saw that the last bits of light had already ebbed away making room for the night. The moon shone brightly from its place in the sky and bathed the world in its unearthly glow and it left you thinking about where the day had gone. Had you really been working for that long? It had seemed as though only moments ago you were eating dinner with Alcina and the girls and all of a sudden it was already this late at night.

Letting out a low sigh you heaved yourself up from your seat, brushing your fingers through your hair that somehow accumulated knots despite your lack of movement. Stretching for a moment your back popped satisfyingly. ‘So much for superhuman, you still crackle like an old woman’ you thought to yourself amusedly.

What you needed right now was a bath to soothe the aches of the day away. In a flash, your body transformed into those butterflies you were so accustomed to, fiery red in colour and would burn just as brightly if you wanted them to. You had debated walking but if you could fly then why wouldn’t you?

Making your way through the halls you were met with an emptiness you only saw this late at night, the only movement being the flickering of the candles as you flew past. Finally you made it to your shared room with Alcina and were met with that same emptiness. Quietly humming to yourself, you figured that she must still be in the same predicament you were in. Knowing she would finish up and find you when she was done, you headed off into the bathroom.

Reforming only the top half of your body, you floated around the room collecting all the bath salts and soaps you wanted to use that evening. Turning the tap on you allowed the hot water to fill the bath up, filling the room in a sweet yet calming aroma that automatically soothed you. It definitely helped that it smelled just like Alcina, florally and comforting.

Once the bath was filled to a nice level you stripped off your clothes, not bothering to fold them up and opting to leave them where they lay. You could almost see the slightly disapproving look on Alcina’s face already but you knew she loved you too much to say anything. You could easily make your butterflies carry them aside but couldn’t even find the will to do that small task.

Floating down into the bath you let out a satisfied sigh as the heat of the water soaked into your muscles, carrying any discomfort away like the flow of a river. Closing your eyes you settled in and just enjoyed the silence for a little while.

Before long the silence became a little discomforting though, you were so used to the loudness of the castle after all, whether it’d be idle talk between your daughters, gossiping from the maids or whatnot. To fill the silence you cleared your voice a bit before you started to sing a tune, a song you knew almost as well as the back of your hand.

Your voice carried an almost magical quality as it echoed against the bathroom walls, and you sat up a bit more as you moved to wash your hair.

They say that falling in love is wonderful

It's wonderful, so they say

You sang, the lyrics of Doris Day putting you in a good mood. This was a favourite of Alcina’s, a little something from her own time. More often than not it would be playing on the gramophone, the melody playing in the background as your hands were held in hers, swaying to the tune.

And with the moon up above, it’s wonderful

It’s wonderful, so they tell me

All of a sudden a warm voice joins in alongside yours in perfect harmony, low and smooth as velvet; one that you adored more than anything. If the song had sounded magical earlier it surely sounded ethereal now.

Turning slightly in the tub, your gaze met Alcina’s as you continued singing together, matching grins on each of your faces so impossibly tender and loving.

I can’t recall who said it

I know I’ve never read it

Step by step Alcina came closer and you held out your hand for her to grasp onto, and that she did. Running your thumb over the top of her pale skin you pulled her closer and she falls to her knees before you, singing face to face.

I only know they tell me that love is grand, and

The thing that’s known as romance

Your eyes fell to her crimson lips as they moved, completely enraptured by them. How you longed to press your lips to hers, yet you refrained from doing so to continue the song.

It’s wonderful, wonderful

In every way, so they say

Against your will, some of your butterflies escape from your body to instead start flying around the room, shining brightly with their little flames. It cast the room in a warm glow, like twinkling lights on a crimson-curtained stage.

To leave your house some morning

And without any warning, you’re stopping people

Shouting that love is grand, and

Alcina brings up her other hand not already intertwined with yours and runs it over your cheek affectionately and you can’t help but lean into her touch, closing your eyes at the blissful feeling.

To hold a woman in your arms is wonderful, wonderful

In every way, so they say.

You both end the song, final notes trailing softly to a stop with the echo following quickly after. You both stay in your spots for a moment, simply gazing into each other's eyes and getting lost in them. Alcina’s quiet chuckle breaks your reverie though.

“Here I am returning to our room after a long day, exhausted out of my mind when suddenly I hear your voice singing along to my favourite song. How you always manage to brighten my day never ceases to amaze me, my darling,” she says fondly, pressing a kiss to your lips now that the song is done. You deepen the kiss for a moment before pulling away with a goofy smile.

“What can I say, my love. I’m just exactly what you need,” you say, your tone bold and proud. Alcina only snorts before pressing a kiss to your damp shoulder.

“I’d hope so, there’s a reason I married you after all,” she states simply before standing up to make her way to the sink for her nightly routine. Your cheeks flush despite the simple words, how you managed to become Alcina’s wife you’ll never know, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Oh? I thought it was because of the amazing sex,” you joked, a smirk playing across your face. Alcina throws her head back in laughter. “Well, that certainly is an aspect that played into it”, she says lowly, her darkened gaze trailing across your body. You felt yourself flush once more as you let out a shaky breath. Alcina notices this as she stares at you through the mirror of course, and her grin only widens.

Coughing lightly, you try to play it off.

“Well for me personally, I married you because I know there’s no one on this Earth that I could possibly love more than you, my love,” you admit softly, the words almost too sacred to admit too loudly. It was nothing but the truth, however, that you knew.

Alcina’s eyes only soften, her gaze so loving you felt as though you would melt under it.

“If there’s anyone’s antics I would rather deal with for the rest of time, it would be yours,” she says jokingly, but you understand what she means. An eternity spent together? There’s nothing better than that.

“I love you, my darling. If there’s anything you can be sure of, it’s that,” Alcina says, walking back towards you to capture your lips in another kiss that filled your overflowing heart even more so.

A/N: Hi, so I'm here the morning after and jesus christ I really fucked up the formatting LMAO. And there were so many edits I needed to do, hhhhhhh. This is why you don't post without proofreading, kids!!

#lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady alcina #lady dimitrescu x gn! reader #lady dimitrescu x maiden #alcina dimitrescu x gn! reader #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil alcina #alcina dimitrescu x reader #re8 #lady alcina dimitrescu #just pure fluff

[katia-dreamer]

Percy’s face is a bit pink as he approaches her. She’s unsure if it’s from the exertion of fetching his coat or nervous excitement, but she likes it either way. 

“Hello again, darling.”

“I apologize for the delay, but I had to give Cass an excuse for my departure,” he says as he pushes his glasses up his nose. “Unfortunately, I don’t think she believed me, so we should use a covert exit route.”

“Wait,” she gasps with delight, “are we sneaking out?” 

“Yes,” he answers with a smile. 

“How devious of you. This park must be something special.”

“Well, it’s not a park in the strict sense of the word. It’s a clearing I occasionally went to as a child.”

“That sounds wonderful, Percy.”

Getting out of Whitestone takes time. But Vex hardly notices because Percy regales her with facts about the castle and his family. It’s endearing how excited he is to share his home with her.  She’s also distracted by the fact that he is moving ever closer to her.  When his arm touches hers, golden warmth unfurls in her chest.

But the mood bursts as they descend into the dungeon.  Percy tenses beside her, and his breathing turns sharp and shaky.

“I did not think this through.”

“I'm here, darling,” she says as she takes his hand. 

Walking in relative silence, Percy never lets go of her. After several long moments, they finally step outside. The warmth of the day is a welcome reprieve from the damp cold. 

“Let’s not take that way back,” she says. 

“Agreed.”

“Well, fearless leader, lead,” she encourages.

He gives an understanding nod; the motion makes his glasses glint in the sunlight. “This way.”

As he leads them away from the castle, the haunted look in his eyes remains. Vex slides her fingers between his, giving Percy’s hand a tight squeeze. The sound of their soft footfalls on the grassy path and birds singing in the trees is like a warm embrace. Gradually, some of the tension eases out of Percy’s body.

When they arrive at the clearing, her chest pulls tight with emotion. There are new growth trees, scraggly bushes, and flowers that haven’t bloomed. It’s a scarred place that is only just beginning to heal. 

“There’s a lot of work to be done,” Percy sighs. “But Keyleth has promised to come when she’s able. I remember everything that grew here, and we hope to come as close as possible.”

“That doesn’t surprise me at all,” she says fondly. 

“No, I suppose it doesn’t.”

Vex imagines a young Percy reading in the shade of a tree or laughing with his siblings. However, the image breaks when she turns to look at the man whose hair has turned prematurely white. But then she recalls his radiant joy when he made her things. Perhaps, the excited little boy still existed after all. 

“I remember once, when I was about eight, I took a fall while Julius was with me. I was uninjured, but he made sure to assist me home.”

“Does it hurt to remember?” 

“There is pain, but there is joy too,” he says. “Although, I’ve forgotten what happened next. Isn’t that odd?”

“You’ve forgotten something? You?”

“Hush now,” he teases, pulling her hand so that it rests in the crevice of his arm. It’s a small gesture, but it makes her heart flutter. Then he suddenly gasps.

“Percy? What is it?”

He increases their pace to almost a run, stopping in front of a fallen tree. “I can’t believe it’s still here.”

She’s about to ask what he’s talking about when she sees words carved in the bark above the roots.  Percy lets her go so she can kneel to read them. 

PERCY & CASS WERE HERE

“It was Cass’s idea. As most things were,” Percy says as he squats beside her. “She was such a hellion.”

“You’ve mentioned that,” she replies. 

“I wish she had convinced the others to do it as well.”

Percy sits down on the ground, his back against the tree, stretching his legs out in front of him. She follows his lead, pressing close against his side. 

“I like it here. It’s peaceful.”

“It is.”

She rests her head against Percy’s shoulder, and he leans his head against hers. It’s a moment made all the more precious for its simplicity. She closes her eyes, memorizing the feel of the grass against her hands and the warmth of Percy’s body. 

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

“That you are a bit bony even with your coat on.”

He laughs, and his breath ruffles her hair. “Sorry.”

“I like it,” she says. “I like you.”

Percy shifts a little, bringing his hand to her chin, tipping her face upward. She wonders if he might kiss her and is slightly disappointed when he doesn’t.

“I feel the same about you.”

Now she’s much less disappointed. “Oh?”

“Vex’ahlia,” he makes her name sound so sweet.“I-”

“Percival?”

Percy pulls away so fast that he nearly hits his head on the tree. Keeper Yennen is standing in front of them, eyebrows raised.

“Keeper Yennen, please forgive me,” Percy starts to stand, but Yennen just smiles.

“Don’t bother getting up. You look comfortable there. Besides, I should be on my way.”

“Yes, of course. Are we still meeting later this week?” Percy asks calmly.

It’s amusing to hear Percy arrange his schedule while they are practically snuggling. 

“Yes,” Yennen answers. “And Percival? I’m glad you found a brighter path. The Dawn Father was right to find life in you.”

“I don’t know if I agree, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

Keeper Yennen mutters about owing Cass money while turning to go.  As soon as they are alone again, Vex laughs.

“I think it’s safe to say we’ve been found out.” 

“Is that agreeable to you?” Percy asks.

“Yes,” she says while resting her head on back on his shoulder. “Yes, it is.”

Percy lays his head against hers, whispering, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

They sit like that for a long while, soaking in the quiet comfort of each other.  And if they eventually fall asleep, that is their little secret.

-

A/N: This started because @burr-ell and I were talking about Percy and Vex going to a park. I <3 you, friend. Thank you for all your fantastic ideas.

Thank you once again to @maybemagpies who listened to me scream about this and gave me wonderful input. This wouldn’t be what it is without you. 

This piece of art also inspired me too, especially for the ending. 

I listened to Your Hands Are Cold by Dario Marianelli while writing this. If you’ve never heard it, I encourage you to change that. (Listen here) 

#perc'ahlia #critical role #the legend of vox machina #tlovm fanfic #katie writes things #just PURE FLUFF #FLUFFY FLUFF #obviously not canon compliant but here we are #also a bit long FYI #i can't look at this anymore #i spent so long on this though

[tymniemniej]

sitting at work - adulting - thinking about DRAWING Dan with Pasl? I haven't drawn in ages but I still remember how to hold the pencil... huh...

#nothing kinky #just pure fluff #get your head out of the gutter

[kiwisa]

Omg single mother and Lewis is just perfection 🥰 very excited even though it’ll be a while ❤️

i’m excited for it too !!!! 🫣✨ but i must keep calm and finish ttoth first 😤

#i have so many ideas #it’s going to be so CUTE #just PURE FLUFF #.boîte aux lettres

[commonwealthoccurences]

if asks are still open could i get some msole x valentine with comfort no hurt? like a rainy day with them curled up together? or maybe they solve a case and go on a date afterwards? idk im cool with anything involving that ship as long as there is little to no angst if thats cool with you

Thank you for this ask. I think I needed to write this, for my own transmasc-nblm heart. Just pure fluff. I hope all of my nblm and mlm followers are having a lovely day <3 (Sole has he/him pronouns in this.) Ao3 Link

Something’s playing on the radio, but Sole’s not paying much attention. It’s drowned out by the pinging of rain on the tin roof above them, the windows thrown open to embrace the break of the heavy, dark clouds that had been hanging all day. Absently, he thinks that if all it took to get this was the apocalypse, he’d do it a thousand times over.

Nick’s stretched out on the couch with him, a book long forgotten where it’s closed at his side. Instead, his hand is carding through Sole’s hair, his cheek pressed against his temple. There’s an exhaustion in Sole’s bones, but it’s the content kind, the kind where he thanks the universe that he has something like this to come back to whenever the world outside gets too difficult. Nick pauses the motion of his hand and instead begins rubbing his thumb across Sole’s jaw. “We were supposed to go out.” He comments quietly, his voice gravelly. 

Sole imagines another life where going out meant the movies or the warmth of the beach, and a life that Nick wasn’t so hesitant to call his own. The thought dissipates as soon as it arrives. He hums, “This is good.” Sole’s well aware how sleepy his voice comes across.

He means it, with everything in his heart. This, right here, in Nick’s arms with the rain coming down and the radio playing softly and the whirring of his mechanics, is good. It’s contentment. It’s home. And when Nick laughs, warm and affectionate, his heart soars.

The case they’d worked on was a long one, and Nick had promised a date afterwards, something to get their mind off of it. Sole had teased him about finally taking a day off, but the delight on his face was enough to let Nick know he’d made the right choice. Of course, as soon as they’d made it back to Diamond City (in one piece, by some miracle), the Commonwealth had decided they were long overdue for a monsoon. 

They hadn’t meant to curl up on the couch together. Nick had insisted the weather had to stop soon, they could still keep their plans, but Sole had dragged him down onto the worn sofa and they’d been there for an hour already. The rain showed no signs of stopping, and Sole tried not to be secretly grateful. Sure, date nights were rare, but even rarer were the nights where he could get Nick to slow down and just breathe. 

Sole shifted and threw one of his legs over Nick’s, his arm tightening around the synth’s torso. “Another night. We’ve got all the time in the world.” He shifts to prop himself and kiss Nick, sweet and unhesitating through the grin he wears.

The adoration in Nick’s glowing eyes when he pulls away nearly takes Sole’s breath from him. He pauses a second, lets his forehead rest against Nick’s, and tries to commit the moment to memory. If he stores this, in the back of his mind, maybe the next case won’t be so hard. The world won’t hurt so much if he knows Nick’s in it, that Nick’s by his side.

#Fallout 4 #fo4 #drabble #fluff #just pure fluff #nick valentine #m!sole #nblm!sole #oneshot #imagine

[g4ythur]

Okay, I have no idea how to continue the Ben x gn!reader story, so i thought I would just write Klaus x male!reader until I have an idea for the other story.

So imagine: Klaus and male!reader meet in december in an alley, where Klaus sits while he is incredibly high and can't think straight. It's really cold and Klaus isn't wearing warm enough clothes and the reader passes him and thinks: "Shit, that guy will freeze if he won't go inside."

So the reader stops and begins to talk to him, even though he normally doesn't like to talk to strangers in very dangerous alleys.

Funny thing, I'm finished with the story and just need to edit it-

#klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves x male reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #the umbrella academy #story ideas #Im gonna write this #Just pure fluff

[princessandshopkeeper]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bleach (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hirako Shinji/Sarugaki Hiyori Characters: Hirako Shinji, Sarugaki Hiyori Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Established Relationship Series: Part 4 of Ellsey's Fictober 2022 Summary:

Shinji has a great idea, but Hiyori is less than impressed

Fictober day 4! (behind on posting as always haha)

#bleach #bleach fanfic #shiyori #fictober22 #hirako shinji #sarugaki hiyori #fluff #just pure fluff #that's all I write these days

[piccolotiranno]

.

#can you imagine 630K of fluff #of absolute wholesome fluff #no drama #no angst #no miscommunication #just pure fluff #guys this thing exists #of mates and men #now on chapter 56

[lunaticus-platina]

Another relationship rambling about Travis x my oc because why not. How they react to each other's and their own near death experience.

Now that I think about it. All BK does as he bleeds out would either be:

A. Jokes about current situation

B. Weakly, albeit jovially, humming and muttering 'Died in your arms tonight' by Cutting Crew

All the while Travis is working himself up to the state of hysteria as he's trying to keep him alive. He'll only turn serious after Travis finally loses his composure and shows distress. Even then he'll act all nonchalant like the entirety of the front of his shirt isn't soaking wet with his own blood. The bastard.

But if the table is turned? He'll literally fireman carry the man who's 6'0" and zoom through the forest like a jet. Break into whatever car he could find and break several traffic laws like a maniac he is, rush into the hospital carrying T over his shoulder, make up any bs excuses he needs to explain the situation, cover all the medical bills, and wouldn't fucking leave the hospital. He'd climb a tree near T's room just so he could see him through the window and keep watch during the night.

Bet Travis never had anyone looking out for him. It's always the other way around. Must be nice to be cared for for once. But he'll also be kinda awkward, having his personal loyal guard dog, who jokes around like he got a screw loose in his head but turns sharp as a razor at a moment's notice. Someone who regards him as their priority. I wonder how T will react to that. All the self-deprecation will fall on deaf ears, 'cuz Lumber will have none of that.

'I don't need you saving me!'

'If I don't care who will?'

'Nobody!'

'I AM nobody, Travis.'

BK knows how the self-isolation works. The imposter syndrome, feeling of inadequacy, letting others take you for granted, etc. And he lets T know that he can't push him away that easily, that he's a lot tougher than many people and lets it shown as plain as day.

We all know Trav got self-worth issue, and guilt kills him day by day, but Lumber won't give a fuck. Needs a company? He'll be there. Needs hands? Say no more. He'll come up with a sledge hammer slung over his shoulder, and slam it into Travis' walls like the Berlin wall collapsing. 'Ride or die' personification. T will have hard time wrapping his head around how on board Lumber is with most things he does, even though he himself knows some of his plans are downright stupid, and dangerous.

It makes him guilty, to which Lumber always remarks without a fail, 'I chose this.' He always chooses Travis, which leaves the man baffled. Even in the face of death BK would be his usual self, cracking jokes, being a cheeky ass, saying it got nothing to do with T, trying to make it easier for him.

Travis will point that out one day, about him being a hypocrite, about how he didn't let himself be at ease a single time while Travis recovered.

'I'm not the one with morals, sir. You are.'

'My moral compass has seen better days.'

'And it still works, good as new. You are a good man. No really, you are! Bad man doesn't care as much as you do. Doesn't suffer as much as you do for the sins he committed. You are a good man. Can't tell me otherwise.'

Lumber will tell him all about how his mere presence fuels his fire, the heat that keeps him determined. 'You won't pull me down even if you tried. You keep me strong. I could forget all the pain in the world by just being with you and you don't even know it.'

Travis gets and keeps his supportive boyfriend 'cuz I say so.

#the quarry #travis hackett #sheriff hackett #travis x oc #oc code: lumber #ranting #fic ideas #fluff #just pure fluff #bit of a crack too #relationship dynamics #tw: near death #but it's just scenario #headcannon #relationship analysis

[panevanbuckley]

now you're lifting me up, instead of holding me down

[read on ao3] | drarry | 2.9k | gen

“That’s the tenth time this morning. I bet you wish you’d just let old Voldie obliterate you.”

There’s no way Draco just said that, did he? How can he talk about it so casually? To Harry of all people!

But, to Lucy’s absolute surprise, a small, yet genuine, laugh escapes Harry. Lucy thinks she can even see a smile, hidden away underneath that damned hood. She’s pretty sure that’s the first time she’s heard him laugh this year. “Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

did i jump back into writing drarry with a 5+1, outsider pov fic?? yes. yes i did.

tagging @phasyvision17 for the emo harry peppered into this fic with his 'bodyguard' boyfriend draco 🥰

#just pure fluff #hp #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #my fic

[libraryofgage]

Decided to combine 4 and 12 of the prompt list! Something about these two prompts was giving me major Addams Family vibes, so I rolled with it lol

If there are any other prompts you want to see written, lemme know!

4. “You know I’d do anything to have you stay by my side, right? Anything.”  

12. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

Wherein the Munsons are branches on the Addams Family tree, and Steve finds himself the object of Eddie Munson's flirtations and devotion.

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When the Munsons move in next door, Steve sits his brother down in the living room and says, "Don't bother them, Dustin. Wait, like, three days before asking for their life stories."

Dustin looks offended, to say the least. "I wasn't gonna ask for their life stories, Steve. I was gonna ask where they got all the bats and birds that hang out on their roof."

Honestly, Steve would love the answer to that, too, but that seems to be encroaching on the "life story" territory, considering the sheer number of flying creatures the Munsons brought with them. He'd been outside getting the mail when the Munson kids, a boy his own age and a girl Dustin's age, had opened a tiny cat carrier, and a veritable storm of black wings and feathers and screeching had somehow come streaming out of it.

The girl was watching them with a smile, and the boy turned around like he'd felt Steve staring. Their gazes met, and Steve's awkward wave was returned with the boy's eyes raking over him before winking with a grin.

"Look, ju-"

Steve's words are cut off by a banging on the door, the person knocking out a beat that he can't follow. He shoots Dustin a look to stay put before he opens the door to find the Munson boy on the other side. He's got that same playful grin and a plate of pitch-black...something in his hands.

"Uh, hi?"

Somehow, the boy's grin gets wider, and he shoves the plate into Steve's hands. "Heeeellooo, big boy," he says, his voice almost lowering into a purr that makes heat flood Steve's cheeks. "Wayne wanted me to drop off some of his famous arsenic and chocolate chip cookies. You know, since we're neighbors and all."

"Wayne? Arsenic?" Steve mumbles, looking down at the cookies warily.

"Our uncle," the boy says, leaning on the doorway and crossing his arms as he looks Steve up and down again. "Don't worry, it won't kill you. Yet. That's a friend of the family privilege, at least, and you just ain't there yet."

It must be a joke, and Steve lets out a strained laugh. He balances the plate in one hand and holds his other one out. "Right, well, uh, nice to meet you. I'm Steve. You'll probably meet my brother, Dustin, later."

The boy takes his hand, but instead of shaking it, he brings it up to his lips. Then he turns Steve's hand over, brushing his lips across the meat of his palm before nipping. Steve jerks, yanking his hand back and holding it close to his chest, his heart beating erratically as the boy says, "I'm Eddie, my sister's name is El, and I'm going to have so much fun with you, Stevie."

And with that, Eddie turns on his heel and saunters back to the Munson home, which had been painted pitch-black (just like the cookies) at some point. Steve doesn't move from the open door, feeling a faint tingling in his palm, until he hears Dustin shout that he's going to let all the cold air out.

The arsenic and chocolate chip cookies had not, in fact, killed either of them. And, despite their burnt-to-coal appearance, they were soft and chewy. It had immediately put the Munsons in Dustin's good graces, which he happily proclaimed while Steve's head and heart were still reeling from Eddie's introduction.

In the following weeks, Eddie kept popping up whenever Steve left the house. He never overstepped, though. He'd appear at a distance, wait for Steve to wave or say hi, and then approach with that big grin with canine teeth that looked a little sharper than they should. Sometimes he'd offer more baked goods from Wayne (always with some schtick to them: eye of newt brownies, hag's breath toffee, cyanide and cherry pie). On one notable occasion, he'd offered a baseball bat with nails stuck through the end.

"El let out a demodog the other day, so you probably ought to be careful. I'd hate for you to get hurt by something that wasn't me," Eddie had said as Steve confusedly took the bat.

He blinked when he had processed the words and looked up. "You would hurt me?" Steve asked.

Eddie had leaned close, his ringed fingers ghosting over Steve's side and inching closer to his waist, and whispered, "It wouldn't just hurt, Stevie." His words had sent a shiver down Steve's spine, his mouth suddenly dry as Eddie pulled away.

And their interactions had escalated from there. With every meeting, Eddie strayed closer, lingered longer, spoke softer, and Steve couldn't escape the growing devotion and fascination in his eyes. At some point, Steve knew, things were bound to boil over.

So, he definitely wasn't surprised when they did at the neighborhood's annual Fourth of July cookout. Eddie had waited until El and Dustin were distracted by their other friends, checked to make sure Wayne was sufficiently busy with helping at the grill, and then kidnapped Steve to a hidden corner of the Byers's yard.

Which brings Steve to the present, the Byers's house casting a long shadow over him and Eddie so nobody notices them. The sound of other kids screeching with delight and parents discussing summer camps fades when Eddie leans in closer.

"You know I'd do anything to have you stay by my side, right? Anything?" Eddie asks, tilting Steve's chin up as he crowds him against the wall.

Steve presses back against the cool brick, silently holding Eddie's gaze. There's a stark seriousness to his words, and Steve can't help his curiosity about just what anything encompasses. "Would you kill for me?" he asks, his voice soft.

Eddie practically lights up, a feral grin pulling at his lips. "Gladly, sweetheart," he purrs.

"Would you die for me?"

"I'd tear out my heart and present it on a fucking silver platter for you. In fact, I can do it right now, if you'd like." A knife appears in his hand from seemingly nowhere, and Eddie brings it to his own chest only for Steve to stop him by grabbing his wrist.

"Then, what about living for me?" Steve asks, carefully taking the knife from Eddie and smoothly returning it to the holder tucked into his jeans.

Eddie leans in until their noses brush, his hand cupping Steve's jaw. "I wouldn't even dream of dying without your permission, Stevie," he whispers.

And Steve would fucking love to meet the person who could withstand Eddie Munson's attention and flirting and gifts and care and sheer devotion without falling head-over-heels for him. Steve would want to put that person in a jar, study them, see if their indifference is something he could mass produce. He's sure Eddie would be thrilled to help him do it, too.

"I have one request," Steve whispers back, reaching up and pushing his hand into Eddie's hair, warmth rushing through him when Eddie leans into the touch.

"Anything. Say the word, and I wouldn't hesitate to crawl through hot coals and broken glass." Steve has zero doubts Eddie would; in fact, he knows Eddie would be ecstatic to do it, if only for the chance to make Steve smile.

"I want one of the bats. And Dustin wants a demodog, but you better make sure it doesn't hurt him, or I'll make you listen to bubblegum pop and watch a Disney marathon."

Steve can feel the shudder that goes through Eddie, his eyes revealing a mix of horror, pride, and love at Steve's words. "You, Stevie, have perfected the art of making threats. Consider your two requests granted and me sufficiently...threatened," Eddie breathes, somehow managing to press even closer.

And Steve can't make either of them wait a second longer. With a grin that can easily rival Eddie's, Steve kisses him and begins to think of names for his bat.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fluff #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #addams family #stranger things #i just love the addams family so much #one of my favorite aus to make actually #the way they love is so pure and unapologetically genuine #even if it's different from the norm of love and courtship #that makes it even more romantic #my writing

[not-another-robin]

There are two sides to Damian Wayne one wants to look cool and brooding the other loves his pop pop so much

#narsposting #dc comics #batman #damian wayne #robin #alfred pennyworth #batfam #batfamily #fluff #just pure fluff dog but that's everything i do