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If you haven't done this already, could you possibly to an entire fic thing purely made out of fluff? No smut, nothing sexual, just cute, tooth-rotting fluff? Thank you! I appreciate what you do!

Thanks for asking! I love some pure, wholesome fluff! I already have a fluff list, which is mostly non-smut, but some of the fics in there are NSFW. Here is some non-explicit fluff! Enjoy!

Originally posted by cat-bomb-art


Tooth-Rotting Fluff


Round and Gold by oh_imintrouble, Gen, 1.4k
Yuuri wins the Grand Prix Final and gives Victor something round a gold. Victor gives him something else round and gold in return. One shot proposal fic. I’m totally not crying, there’s just something in my eye…

Five Kisses by oh_imintrouble, Gen, 4.3k
It hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary at the time. Victor had always been free with his affection; throwing out compliments, light caresses, even the occasional peck to the cheek. After a little over a week of having him as his coach, Yuuri was sure he had gotten used to it. SO cute omg!

Love Like You by LFMH021, Teen, 3.6k
Little insight to retired and domestic Victuuri! Many small scenes from deciding who is going to do the dishes to grocery shopping. SO CUTE AND FLUFFY!

stammi vicino by sunshinehide, Gen, 1k
its moments like these where yuuri realizes how lucky in love he is with victor. CUTEEE

hold me in your arms tonight by isonala, Gen, 702 words
After surgery, Victor wakes up with temporary amnesia and forgets he’s married to Yuuri. Quick read, and the fluffiest of fluff. Must read!

In This Bed by elliemoran, Gen, 1.1k
Victor is faced with a dilemma. What exactly do you do when the person you keep asking to share your bed falls asleep in it? I literally got a cavity after reading this, it’s so sweet!

in need of melted marshmallow cuddles by Hitsugi_Zirkus, Gen, 1.7k
“Viktor. You’re Russian. How is it that you’re always so easily cold and– Wait,” Yuuri’s eyes fell onto Viktor’s bundled up form under the comforter, “are you wearing my jackets? How many layers have you got on?” SNUGGLES AND CUDDLES DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING I LOVE THIS FIC

Under the Weather by ProcrastinatingPalindrome, Gen, 1.3k
Victor spends his 28th birthday in bed with the flu while Yuuri fusses over him. Somehow, he doesn’t seem too upset about this. Pure fluff!

Warmth by SuggestiveScribe, Gen, 1.4k
“I love nights like tonight,” Viktor commented as he allowed a momentary pause in his gait. He lifted his chin to the sky, gloved fingers still securely fastened over Yuuri’s hand. I’M ACTUALLY CRYING  THIS IS SO PERFECT SOMEONE SEND ME TISSUES OMG

life and love by novocaine_sea, Gen, 12k
Twenty-two year old Yuuri Katsuki travels to Italy to study photography. One day, while going around the city taking photos he gets lost and ends up at a coffee shop, ultimately meeting one Victor Nikiforov who would take him all around Florence, showing him what life and love are really all about. Italian Victor… I mean?? So perfect!

with or without by SportsAnimeRuinedMyLife (KnightOfRage), Gen, 2.1k
“Quit snapchatting me.” Yuuri mumbles.
“I’m instagramming.” Viktor says brightly. “It’s totally different.” SO much flirting, I’m screaming!

Heartbeat by emilyenrose, Gen, 3.1k
Victor starts sleeping in Yuri’s bed well before the Cup of China. Literally can’t make a fic rec list without putting in 183472749 cuddling fics… I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

we’re like two halves of one heart by grandeur, Gen, 2.9k
The man smiles at this, looking both unfairly beautiful and amused. “Very cute.”
“She is,” Yuuri agrees.
“I wasn’t talking about the dog.” I’VE DIED AND GONE TO HEAVEN

Deck the Halls with Love and Folly by sushicorps (Inclinant), Gen, 4k
Basically, the first time Viktor Nikiforov sees Katsuki Yuuri, he skates into a Christmas tree. A Christmas AND Valentine’s Day fluffy fic?? SO good!

The Hybrid Under My Bed [Chapter Two]

Originally posted by jungkookpresent

WARNING(S): Family abuse in the first few chapters.

Genres: Angsty fluff, Mystery, Fantasy, Adventure

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Length: 3k words

Sypnosis: You were 7 year old when you met him, Jeon Jungkook, the little boy covered with bruises and dirt hiding under your bed, but little did you know that this encounter would drag you into a new morbid world full of darkness and adventures, but also unexpectedly love. (Not Requested)

BTS Jungkook hybrid!au, fantasy!au

(Third POV)

-> Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two

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Chapter Two


September 24, 2006


Waking up the next day was difficult for you. The dirt covered boy hasn’t left your dreams all night. Every time you would close your eyes, you’d have the same dream repeatedly: the boy coming from the forest, the puppy with violet eyes, the transformation… It was an almost non-ending nightmare. When you could finally sleep at peace without those visions, it was already sunrise.

You had finally woken up at 2 p.m. and since you were an early bird, this was the latest you had woken up. Stretching your hands over your head while yawning, you stared at the claw marks on your walls. So deep and so long they were! You didn’t believe that an animal could do that, but you weren’t sure either so you’d quickly forgotten about it. Today, you wanted to do something new and you will do so.

You went toward your curtains and opened them wide open, “Woah!” You exclaimed while squinting your eyes due to the bright sunlight. Today was a beautiful day, and you were going to enjoy yourself to the fullest. Your father wasn’t there so he wouldn’t know, right?

Walking downstairs to the kitchen drown in daylight, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice, carefully not to spill everywhere, and grabbed the chocolate chips cookies box for breakfast. There weren’t many things to eat in the refrigerator since your father would use half of the money he had for his outdoors activities. You didn’t know what they were, but you were sure that it involved alcohol.

Coming back to your messed-up bedroom after brushing your teeth, you opened your closets and put on normal colored jeans and a cute short-sleeved pink, white and purple shirt. Looking at yourself in the mirror in the bathroom, you looked exactly like any seven-year-old child. You weren’t the poor little girl beaten up by her uncaring father. You weren’t the sorrowfully cute child that your mom left behind. You were just you, (Y/N), a normal seven years old little girl with a bright, childish smile and an innocent mind.

But the world has taken away your innocence way too early, and it was too late for you to find it back.

Finally, outside, you quickly ran to the abandoned wheat fields with your airplane, a plain white airplane for kids, the sun shining brightly and your shoes stepping on the mud and dead leaves. The autumn’s weather was colder that you thought and sometimes, you would stop to rub your hands on the skin of your arms. But nonetheless, you were enjoying the day to the fullest. It was like an once in a lifetime opportunity for you to go outside and playing around carelessly and freely without thinking of your father’s reaction afterward.

“Ah, it’s so cold!” You couldn’t help but scold yourself for not wearing warmer clothes.

You threw the airplane ahead then ran after it between the tall wheat. Running around the wheat fields alone wasn’t as boring as you thought. It was pretty fun. You had always been alone since you were never allowed to go outside except for school. Hence, you didn’t even had friends in school. They didn’t want to approach the new girl who never talk and always wear two outfits a week.

You pushed pass the wheat stems, looking right and left at the ground for a sign of your airplane. As you were running, you thought you heard a growl beside you. It was faint, so unclear that it seemed to be from your memories. Slowing your speed to simple walking, you continued to search for your toy, quickly forgetting the weird sound and jumping back into the happy mood. You then began humming the music of a lullaby before singing.

Sleepyhead, close your eyes,” You pushed the stems for passage.

For I’m right beside you,” You jumped across a puddle of water to not wet your shoes. Your short legs moved a bit faster when you saw something white that looked like your airplane not very far from where you were standing.

Guardian angels are near,” You were moving closer and closer, your short legs supporting you well.

“So sleep without fea-” You suddenly stop singing when you found your airplane laying on the broken stews of wheat.

Torn apart with bites, claws marks and blood. A lot of blood.

Eyes wide open, you stared at your toy without moving a finger. Fear paralyzed you. There was something around the woods. You were already aware of it, but you never knew just how much dangerous they were. It was just your airplane, but you perfectly knew that the blood wasn’t supposed to be there.

“What happened to my airplane?” You pouted, your hair on your face blocking your view due to the wind that has grown oddly stronger. You pushed the strands away, tearing your eyes from the broken airplane. That’s when you heard it again, that growl.

It was louder than before, whispering to the wind with a voice coming from its depth. You shuddered of both the growl and the cold. Rubbing your hands on your arms, you looked around to see where the sound was coming from.

You jumped when you saw red eyes staring from afar, where the forest was. Deep velvety shining red eyes were watching you from the darkness of the woods, even under bright daylight. You knew whose eyes they were. You hadn’t forgotten anything from last time.

You knew the gigantic wolf was back, even though it hadn’t really left.

As soon as you noticed the wolf, its eyes disappeared. It was as if it had vanished into thin air in one blink of an eye.

But it hasn’t disappeared just like that.

Be carefulThe world is too dangerous for you, little one.” Those were its words, spoken in soft murmur in the wind.

You were amazed, but still a shiver ran through your spine. Was it the wolf who broke your toy? The canine was very far from where you were standing so you weren’t sure, but who knows what it was capable to do. And there was also blood…

It was at this moment that a horrifying scream was heard. A woman scream like ice hitting metal, like the glass bottle that your father broke against the wall: cold, brittle, acute and totally annoyingly terrific.

Fear ran all over your body. That voice was the same as those in horror movies and they were only coming from those… who die.

“Help me!” You heard the same cracking voice yell. It was coming from afar. Very, very afar from the wheat fields. It was coming from the deepest part of the forest.

You felt water falling on your cheeks before realizing that it was your own tears. You were visibly shaking of fright. You knew what was going on. You knew it.

Yet you couldn’t do anything. You just stayed there, paralyzed, hearing the horrible screams of that person and what seemed like teeth tearing flesh.



You were tired and still very frightened when you decided that you needed some sleep. It was 9 p.m. and you couldn’t close your eyes so you had decided to stay in the library to read. You were at the third story of your Fairy tales book, Aladdin, and you still couldn’t shake away the cries and screams of that unknown woman from your mind. You knew what really happened. You knew that one of those big wolves had eaten her, but you didn’t know which one did it. The big bad wolf from last time, or the kind one who whispers in the wind?

Yawning, you stood up from the chair, put down the book on the shelves and walked upstairs. It was really dim in the house. You didn’t bother to turn on the lights on except for the library room. Your father was still not in the house, and you began to seriously wonder if he also left you alone like your mother.

You turned the door knob of your bedroom open and entered in. Your bed was still a mess with blankets you left on the mattress. Pushing them aside on the floor, you were about to sit when you heard a whine. A boy’s whine.

From under your bed.

Like all children did at a time of their growth, they believed that there were monsters under their beds. Their parents would verify and convinced them that there aren’t. Your parents also did that once. There weren’t monsters. They didn’t exist.

But now your parents weren’t here to check on them. It was your turn.

Gulping down, you muttered the same words on repeat as you kneel down to look under your bed, “There’s no monsters. There’s no monsters. There’s no monsters. There’s no- “

To your surprise, you found out with wide eyes that there were, as you hoped, no monsters, but instead a little boy watching you with little doe eyes. His hair was a mess, his clothes were dirty and ripped here and there and he was barefoot. You stared with no sounds coming from your mouth at the terrible wounds covering his face, arms and legs, but the most horrific wound was from his neck. A bite, an enormous one and blood all over his neck. You didn’t know who or what did this, but by the choked cries of the black-haired boy, you knew it was hurting badly.

“Here,” you tend your hand toward the little boy a bit too quickly, which made him backward with another whine, “Come out. I won’t hurt you.”

The boy only stared at you with his doe Asian eyes. You wondered if he couldn’t understand what you were saying, so you tried again to make him come out from under your bed.

“You can’t understand English?” You asked him after he rejected your hand again.

He nodded. That only meant that he did understand.

“Come on,” you waved your hand, “You’re bleeding. Come on, let me take care of you.”

There must have been something in your words, because when you finished your sentence, he crawled closer toward you, his head popping out of his hiding place. With the help of the moonlight, you distinguished his traits. It was him.

“You!” Pointing your fingers at him, you said, “You were in my dream yesterday, remember?”

You found yourself being stupid. How could he know that he was in your dream? But when you saw him nod, you couldn’t fight back the big grin forming on your face, all rational thoughts flying away from your head.

“So, you can change into a puppy, right?”

He nodded.

“What were you doing under my bed?”

He didn’t answer. Grabbing a piece of paper on the floor and a coloring pencil, he was about to write something when he stopped. He stared into your eyes. You could see yourself by the reflection of his dark brown irises.

“What’s your name?” You asked this time.

He didn’t answer, and you started to wonder if he was capable of speaking.

“Can you talk?”

He slowly nodded. Suddenly, his head abruptly turned at the right, his eyes staring at the window.

“Then why- “, he put a finger on his lips, stopping the next couple words from leaving your mouth.

You stared at him in silence while he was watching your bedroom’s window carefully. You heard something shift outside, a ruffle of dead leaves, and then, a howl.

Your eyes widened and your breath hitched when you heard another howl, this one more deep and intense. You saw the boy tensing up from the sound. The finger on his lips was shaking. He was afraid, afraid of whatever was there outside the house.

Was he running away from… wolves? You thought, flashbacks from earlier hitting you all at once again.

You put your hands on your ears, trying to block away the cries of the woman. Eaten alive was what happened to her, and you couldn’t help but stare back at the boy who was now staring at you in curiosity. The howls were now too far away for you two to hear. He dropped his hand on his lap, before moving closer toward you. Knees touching, he leaned forward and put both his hands on yours. Suddenly, the flashbacks ceased, the terrifying cries along. Your hands dropped on each side of you before his, your eyes staring at his face.

“How did you…” You couldn’t finish your question.

He smiled, “Hybrid powers.”

Its voice was soft like fur, like silk and like the cover of your favorite books. You smiled, before realizing what he said.

“Hybrid… powers?” You were confused.

He sat in front of you, “I’m a hybrid. A hybrid is a person from both species. I’m a lycan and a vampire.”

“L-Lycan? V-Vampire?” You stuttered.

He nodded, “Those howls were from lycans. Werewolves.” He added after catching your confused expression.

You blinked twice, “Why are w-werewolves chasing you? They want to eat you too, like t-that woman?”

He nodded, ‘Yes. Like that woman.” He took a breath and added, “My auntie.”

You let out a shocked gasp, “I’m so sorry.”

He smiled, “I’ve been hiding here for awhile.”

Your brows furrowed together, “For awhile?”

“In the last three weeks.”

Three weeks. It has been three weeks those strange events happened. The door. Your wounds. The mess in your room.

“It was you!” You exclaimed. “It was you with the door.”

He nodded.

“You healed what daddy did to me, right?”

Another nod.

“And the mess in my room, it was you?”

He shook his head. No.

“Who was it then?” You asked.

He looked at the window, “Them.”

The werewolves.

You looked down at his clothes, “Why are your clothes so dirty?”

He looked down, “The vampires.”

“Vampires?”

He nodded, “I escaped the big house. I was a slave. That’s what they told me. I had to do everything they tell me to do or else they hurt me. My mommy died because of them. She told me to run away. I-I… I made mommy die…” He started to tear up.

You stood up and walked toward your closet, coming back beside him with a tissue, “Here.”

He took it and wiped his tears.

“Why would vampires hurt you?”

“Vampires and lycans.” He added.

You played with your fingers, “Why are they hurting you?”

He stopped the movement of your fingers by holding them in his small hands. “Because I’m a hybrid.”

Staring at your face, he added, “My mommy is a vampire, and my daddy’s a lycan. Mommy told me that daddy was in the sky after I was born. She said that vampires and lycans hated what I was because I was very powerful. Vampires make us slaves, and lycans chase and kill us. We lived under a big house of vampires. They are mean, very mean. They hurt mommy a lot when she would disobey. They hurt me too. When they found out that mommy was my mother, they… killed her. She told me to run away with auntie. She is also an hybrid, a mix of a fairy and a vampire. She told me to go to Urbem Luminum, a hidden city for Hybrids, but we instead ended up in Terra.

Terra?” You tilted your head to the side.

He nodded, “Terra. Your world. The human world.”

You stared at him with surprise. You felt like you were living in a fantasy book. The boy in front of you is both a lycan and a vampire. His mother is a vampire and his father a lycan. His auntie is both a fairy and a vampire. There is a safe place for people like him in a city called Urbem Luminum, but he ended up here on Earth, which he called Terra.

He said that Terra was another world, then where does he come from?

As if he heard your thoughts, he answered, “I’m from Caecus Mundi, the unseen world.”

Caecus Mundi .” You repeated, the words unfamiliar and very difficult for you to pronounce.

He nodded and you saw his eyes shining red for a couple of seconds.

“Aren’t your eyes purple?”

“When I’m more of a lycan, yes. Now, I’m more of a vampire.”

“Huh?” You didn’t understand what he meant.

“A hybrid is always closer to one specie than the other for a lap of two years. The first time we met, I was at the last year of being more of a lycan than a vampire. Now, I’m at the last year of being more of a vampire.”

You nodded, understanding only half of it. It was too much information for you to take. He was speaking with words you didn’t understand sometimes. Was he older than what he seemed?

He nodded again, “In my world, we are older than how we look like. I look like a child now, but I’m a couple hundred years older.”

You gasped, “Hundred?”

He nodded.

“You can read my mind, huh?” You stared at him.

He nodded, “When I’m closer to my vampire side.”

You nodded and looked at the paper he was holding. He couldn’t write before, “You don’t know how to write huh?”

He looked sideways for a moment before nodding again, cheeks red of embarrassment, “I’ve never had time to learn how to write…”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. He was just so cute. How could anyone hurt such an adorable boy like him? His adorable Asian eyes were truly too cute to handle.

You moved closer again, your legs touching his as you grabbed the paper in his hands and put it on the floor, “Okay, I will teach you. Do you know your alphabet letters perfectly?”

He nodded, “I know them perfectly.”

You grinned brightly, “Good, it’s good. Now, you’ll begin by writing your name. Use the letters with the sounds that matches your name. Look. I’ll write my name for you.”

You took the coloring pencil from his grasp and wrote your name.

“(Y/N).” He said your name with his soft voice perfectly.

“You know how to read too! Great, great. It’s the same thing as reading. The sounds of the letters together. You can write your name just like this. Use the letters like this.” You showed him a few words, “Oh, by the way, what’s your name?”

He looked up at you and a smile formed on his face.

“Jungkook. My name is Jeon Jungkook.”

Queen of the Water (12)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: A normal girl gets thrown into the Royal world. Royal AU

Word Count: 1.3k+

Warnings: swearing, brief violence, angst, fluff

TAGS AT THE END!

CATCH UP HERE Part 10 Part 11 Part 13

Originally posted by smuttykingdom

Her and Bucky are giggling like crazy as they step out of the shed, holding their old clothes and onto each other. They couldn’t get enough of each other now that they were starting to fall head first for each other. She bites her lip as her eyes watch her beautiful engagement ring twinkle in the moonlight. It feels heavy on her finger, but she loves it. The ring leaves her breathless by its beauty. The diamonds are placed intricately around the band while one huge rock rests in the center. She loves it.

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Camp Qween (Chapter 4) - Matilda

A/N: I stayed up still 3am filling in the pieces of this chapter, because I was in a good writing mood! Sorry about that last chapter being kind of weird and boring, but I think this one will make up for it! Prepare for 3k words of so much fluff! Also thank you so much for the few little notes of support I’ve gotten, it really lifts me up and makes me want to continue writing!

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So this has been sitting in my drafts for months because the idea was to caption it with some clever and self-important 3K essay about the whole issue, possibly involving a quote by Freud, Chomsky or similar, but then this morning I found it again and thought, Eh.

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Ran my first race in 10 months today!!! And it was my first 3k ever!!! It was honestly god awful but so great to be on the track and hearing people screaming and feeling your breathing go crazy! It was like a complete sensory overload I forgot how much I love that atmosphere. I’m trying to be lighthearted and unbothered by my performance but it’s really hard. I expect so much from myself and am not satisfied at all with how I ran today (although I never want to run a 3k again). Hopefully I get back into 1500-800 quickly next month when spring track starts! Definitely thankful for this beautiful day (it was 68° out!!!!) and the chance to get back to doing what I love :)