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Raijinshuu Week Day 4 Eye Magics

Laxus was running frantically through the streets of Magnolia with only one thought on his mind. Where could she be? He had already looked at the guild and in Fairy Hills but of course she wasn’t there. He had also checked the park but there was no trace of her. He had no idea where to look but he knew he had to find her. He had seen the tears in her eyes even though she had departed immediately.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even saw in whom he bumped. He only felt the impact of the collision and caught a glimpse of something green. The shade looked very familiar but he couldn’t dwell on it at the moment. He had no time to waste so he threw an apology over his shoulder with no intention of stopping.

“Laxus!”

The blond abruptly came to a halt when he recognized Freed’s voice, nearly losing his balance. Two pairs of hands caught him and helped him steady himself.

“What’s the rush?” Bickslow attempted it to sound light-hearted and funny but Laxus noticed the concern in his tone.

“We have to find Ever. She flew away. She was really upset.” Laxus had neither the time nor the oxygen for more words. He had been running for hours.

Freed frowned. “Why? What happened?”

“I’ll tell you while we’re looking for her.” It was late afternoon already. They had to find her before dark. Otherwise, their task would become much more difficult.

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go!” Bickslow said with seriousness that Laxus rarely heard from him.

Freed nodded and they followed the blond in a direction opposite of where he had already searched for their friend.


Ever was sitting at the bank of the river. She had wrapped her hands around her legs and rested her chin on her knees. Her tears had dried up a while ago but the incident kept playing on repeat in her mind.

She had tripped and Laxus had tried to catch her. She hadn’t understood how it had happened but the blond had fallen on the ground and she had landed on top of him. She supposed he hadn’t been able to maintain his balance and in fear of crushing her under him he had switched their positions. Unfortunately, her glasses had fallen off but she had realized it too late which had resulted in petrified Laxus.

Ever buried her face in her hands. What had she done? The sole purpose of Raijinshuu was to protect Laxus and she… she had turned him into stone! Of course she had turned him back to normal immediately but she had been so ashamed of herself. And she still was. How was she going to look him in the eye again? Or Freed and Bickslow? No! She couldn’t do that. She had to leave. That would be best for Laxus and for Raijinshuu. She had to do it!

She knew her friends would miss her but eventually they would understand it was better that way. She knew that was the right thing to do and yet it was so hard to bring herself to do it. With them she had never been lonely. She had finally found home. That was exactly why she had to leave. They deserved the best. And she clearly wasn’t.

She stood up, determination burning fiercely in her eyes. Her wings sprout from her back, ready to take her to Fairy Hills one last time.

“Ever!”

Her eyes widened in shock when she heard Laxus call her name. It sounded worried and almost desperate. She turned around and saw him and Bickslow running towards her. Freed was flying above them. The air caught in her throat as panic seized her. Every rational thought left her mind. She just knew she had to get away from there before they could reach her. She had barely taken off though when she was caught by Freed and pulled back. He was a lot faster than her and he had managed to catch her.

“Let me go!” Ever cried and tried to push him away.

Freed embraced her tightly, holding her down. Laxus and Bickslow finally caught up with them and also wrapped their hands around her but more in attempt to calm her rather than restrain her.

“Ever, calm down,” the green-haired mage was the first to speak.

“It’s alright,” Bickslow added but Ever shook her head.

“No, it’s not!” She choked out, the sound a bit muffled by Freed’s coat. “We’re supposed to protect Laxus and I turned him into stone!”

Freed couldn’t even see Ever’s face – she was still squeezed between him, Laxus and Bickslow – so he motioned for the other two men to make a little space. He lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes. Her glasses were a bit fogged and her beautiful face was tear-streaked.

“Everyone makes mistakes,” he said in a soft and soothing voice.

It had exactly the opposite effect though. It just made Ever angrier. “We’re not everyone! We’re Raijinshuu. We don’t make mistakes.”

Her words were like a punch in the gut for Laxus. He might be a brute but he always felt a pang in his chest when one of his friends was upset and he always wanted to destroy the cause of their distress no matter what it was. This time it was worse though because he knew he was to blame for Ever’s state.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and hugged her. She just stood awkwardly, not knowing where to put her hands. She just wanted to leave. They wouldn’t change her mind. There was no point in making it harder for all of them. Laxus’ words caught her off guard though.

“I’m sorry.”

“Wh-what?” What the hell was he talking about? She had no idea but he made absolutely no sense. She was starting to worry.

He released her so that he could look at her and then at the other two. “I’m sorry I made you feel unworthy of being my friends unless you’re perfect. You’re much more than friends to me. You’re family and that will never change.”

“Laxus!” All three of his friends threw themselves at him and hugged him.

“I’m so lucky to have you and I don’t know what I would do if one of you left.” He looked at Ever.

Freed and Bickslow nodded.

Ever bit her lip. She had been wrong after all. They wouldn’t be better off without her. And neither would she. They were her family. They were where she belonged.

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Which do you prefer in a bellow fanfic? Fluff? Angst? I need to know so i can fulfill my sacrifice to the bellow goddess!

Aaaa!! I like fluff but mostly I really love angst because it’s a great feeling. But both together are very great anyway~ 💙💛💙💛💙💛!!!

The Melody You Never Heard - bananasandboots

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | Alternate Universe, Enemies to Lovers, Camping | 30k

It’s one last adventure. One last chance to be young and carefree. One final weekend before they take up their internships, their corporate positions, before they enter the real world, fresh out of university. Niall’s his best mate. Liam’s been there for him since they were lost, little freshmen, trying to find their ways through an overwhelming first year. Harry can’t disappoint them, even if it means enduring four days with Louis.

Louis, who he does share a history with, a history he’s never told anyone about, not even Niall, a history he hasn’t brought up in three years because it’s stupid and embarrassing and confusing.

Or, the one where Harry gets roped into a four-day camping trip with the boy who kissed him and never called back.

LGBT Percy Jackson Headcanons

-Trans girls are always accepted by Artemis into the Hunt

-Nico never actually says he’s gay, just makes it known by making out with Will in nearly every location possible

-Queer kids whose parents didn’t accept them are year round campers

-At first the Ares kids were a little wary of the LGBT community, but when a second year Ares camper comes out they become fiercely protective of them

-The Aphrodite kids are walking encyclopedias on all LGBT terms, and have a list with definitions in their cabin for questioning campers

-The Aphrodite kids also really like helping trans campers feel comfortable in their own skin

-Pansexual Piper

-Lesbian or Bi Reyna

-Asexual Thalia

-Apollo kids (being children of the god of prophecies) always know who is going to come out next, but never pressure them to do so

-Chiron makes any homophobic campers be on stable duty for a month

-Dionysus lazily mentions that if he hears anyone else being homophobic… well, he hopes you like dolphins

-Athena cabin getting into debates on which of their favourite fictional characters are LGBT and having literal CHARTS and GRAPHS to prove it

-Bi-curious Percy, though he never acted on it because it’s always been Annabeth

-Jason being the straightest, whitest, cis-est, malest demigod out there, but supporting his LGBT friends and the entire community without hesitation

-Jason is literally the guy to make t-shirts, to keep buying skittles, to find all LGBT songs possible, and, of course, “Guys! Guys! There’s a Pride Parade next week! We /have/ to go. Where can I buy a pink tutu on short notice?”

-Nico secretly loving that Jason is like this but never admitting it

-Pansexual Will

-Frank being really confused about the whole thing but totally accepting it because people he love are in that community and it’s all about love so how could that possibly be a bad thing?

-Annabeth, Frank’s go-to on anything he doesn’t understand, happily explains everything she knows to him

-Frank thinking it’s so cool and telling Nico how awesome he is for being himself

-Hazel being /floored/ on how accepting the world is of LGBT people today, though of course plenty of people still suck

-Hazel being slightly relived to know that it’s normal because although she loved Sammy then, and she loves Frank now, there was this girl back home who she sort of had feelings for and never understood what that meant

-Demisexual Frank

-Bisexual Rachel

-Leo and the rest of the Hephaestus cabin working on bracelets for gender fluid kids that change colour to correspond with how they feel

-Alex Fierro buying out all of the first ones ready

-Bi Magnus

-Gay Hearthstone

-Gay Blitzen

-^^^This was obvious because Blitzstone is practically canon, come on people

-Each and every god (besides those who swore off all love) responding with ‘yes’ when asked what their sexual orientation is

-Polysexual Sadie

-Polysexual Leo

-Trans Meg

-Also lesbian Meg?

-A large number of LGBT and ally kids being from the Aphrodite cabin because LOVE is LOVE people!

-Calypso making flower crowns that correspond with the different flags’ colours and giving them to anyone who wants them

-Bi, pan, and poly Apollo kids never feeling the need to change the pronouns when they sing love songs or write love poems

-Apollo being *extremely* out at CHB while he’s there

-Him actually giving other LGBT kids the courage to come out

-A small elite group at Camp Jupiter created as a safe space for queer kids

-Reyna always supporting it but being really shy about joining when she comes to terms with her sexuality

-The kids in the group gladly welcoming her

-Asexual/aromantic child of Aphrodite worrying something is wrong with them

-Their brothers and sisters assuring them that they’re normal and there are all different kinds of love

-Hephaestus cabin setting up LGBT movie nights (nothing graphic, mostly fluff, though Travis and Connor have tried on more than one occasion to sneak some x-rated stuff in there)

-Piper running an LGBT aesthetic blog on tumblr

-Feel free to add more!

AOS Fic - Finally

Originally posted by cindyctw75


My contribution to the Jim Kirk Birthday Bash.

Posting now because tomorrow is gonna be killer for me. 

No real warnings, just a blatant disregard for canon and shameless pseudoscience. I am a creature of consistency. 

McKirk, ‘cause it’s always McKirk.

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Flood my Mornings: Thanks

Anon said: If the stable chapter was in October doesn’t Bree have a birthday coming up?  how is she going to do with the terrible twos ?

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment: Eggs (Attack of the Pregnancy Brain!) 

November 23rd, 1950

“Happy Thanksgiving, Frasers!” Marian Harper sang out as she opened the door.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” we chorused in return, arms full of Bree and wine and basket of lemon meringue pie.

“Oof, come in out of the rain,” she clucked, ushering us into the warmth of her cozy foyer. “Though I guess we should thank our lucky stars it’s only rain, not the blizzard they’re getting down south!” 

“Oh, aye,” Jamie agreed, deftly extricating Bree from her raincoat while still holding her. “Made it a bit slow-going on the drive over, but much preferable to snow.” 

“And the rain’s good luck for Miss Bree! Happy BIRTHDAY, sweet pea!”

Thus addressed, Bree giggled and lurched forward into Marian’s arms, surprising all of us. 

“Glad to see she’s finally getting less intent on clinging only to Mama and Da,” I laughed. 

Jamie helped me out of my coat and sweetly kissed my cheek as we followed Marian into the living room. “I suppose being properly two years of age makes a difference, after all!”


Earlier that day 

“Our wee lass doesna appear to be verra sensible of the grand occasion, Sassenach.”

I wiped my hands and turned quickly from the stove (which YES, I’d managed to turn on, thank you very much), beaming. Sure enough, Bree seemed about as interested in festivities as the average boulder. She had both arms around Jamie’s neck and was making it quite clear she was not in the mood to be up and about.

“Well, I suppose she doesn’t remember her last one, little as she was,” I conceded, coming close to tickle Bree lightly in the side. “Guess what, lovey-dove? It’s your BIRTHDAY!”

The dramatic excitement in my tone made her bolt upright at once, hair wild: curlywig to end all curlywigs. “S’bird-day?” she demanded.

“Yes, baby, it’s your birthday!”

“What-is ‘at, Mama? Mama?” She continued to screw her face up at me in concentration as Jamie buckled her in to the high chair. “What-IS ‘at, bird-day? Mama? Mama, what?”  

“It means ,” Jamie offered, settling next to her and putting out one of his hands for hers, “the day you were *born,* a leannan.”

What-is-it, ‘borrnd,’ Daddy?”

“It means the day God gave ye to Mama and me,” he said patiently, “So, it’s a verra special day, aye?”

“What-is-’at?” she said immediately, lacing her fingers together and flapping them about. “Daddy, dinna kennit. What is-’at ‘spedchill’?”

Jamie sighed, love and exasperation so perfectly mingled in that way unique to parents. “’Special’ means…the verra best. Just like you, sweet wee cub.”

“See my-dese jammies?” she chirped, changing direction with lightning speed. “Dey’re porpoor, Daddy, see’um?”

“Aye,” he laughed, “I see, a leannan.” 

She pulled at the fabric of her top. “Dey’re spedchill?” 

“Aye, those are verra SPECIAL purple Jammies,”  he said, meeting my eye and trying not to laugh.

“Your birthday,” I said significantly, walking over to them with Bree’s breakfast held high, “is the day where Mama and Daddy talk about how JUST how much we LOVE our Bree.” I bent and latched onto her sweet, dimpled cheek in a huge, long mmmmmm-ing kiss and Jamie came in to do the same on the other. Bree, caught between us in a smooch sandwich, was giggling so hard she was fit to choke.

“Those are your first presents,” I said pulling back. “Two kisses for your second birthday. And here’s the next!” I slid the plate onto the tray in front of her for inspection.

“Sassenach….That is…” Jamie looked up at me with the queerest expression on his face. “…the *Cutest* thing I’ve ever seen.”

It was little more than a circle with two lopsided ears, but I’d embellished a snout with banana slices and chocolate chips for nose and eyes, and powdered sugar to top things off. 

Yes, it was fairly bloody adorable.

Bree squealed. “Issa—Lookint-’im-that-wee BEAR, Daddy!” She hooted in delight and then began promptly to demolish said wee bear.

“You’d best slow down, mo chridhe!” Jamie laughed. “He’s going to roar in your tummy for gobbling him up so fast!” 

Bree’s mouth was so full she couldn’t reply, but there came a happy, muffled *mmphurr!?!* that signified her excitement to see this play out as soon as humanly (bearly?) possible.


“So neither of you have ever had Thanksgiving before?” Tom asked as he poured Jamie a glass of wine in the sitting room.

“No, indeed!” I settled back onto the sofa with a cup of tea. “A singularly American holiday, this one.”

Tom furrowed his brows. “But you were here stateside last year too, weren’t you, Claire?”

“Oh, yes, well….Yes, but I wasn’t in the going-out frame of mind, to be honest.”

“It was a different life, before you came back, Jamie,” Marian said knowingly, beaming from the floor, where Bree was sitting on her lap playing with her birthday present from the Harpers. “We’re glad you did.”

“As am I, a nighean,” he said warmly to her, then met eyes with me. Glad doesna even begin to express it. 

It would have been a thoroughly lovely moment, except morning sickness had come a-calling with a VENGEANCE today, and I had to close my eyes while yet another urge to vomit abated. 

Jamie noticed and made as if to come to me, but just then, the doorbell rang, followed almost immediately thereafter by Della O’Malley running head-on into Jamie and nearly spilling his wine as she barreled around the corner. He managed to catch her with his free hand, and she looked as though he’d hung the bloody moon. “Hi, Mr. Fraser,” she said breathlessly, gazing up into his face.

“Happy Thanksgiving to ye, Miss Della.” He kissed her hand, which sent her into paroxysms.  Jesus H. Christ, the girl needed a cold shower, pronto

Thankfully, though, it seemed her glow wasn’t *entirely* due to infatuation with Jamie. “Claire! Claire, guess what?” she said, bouncing in my direction.

“Peter asked you to go steady?” She’d been talking about this boy for weeks, it was about time he made a move. 

“YES!!!” she squealed, thudding into a chair next to me. “Can you BELIEVE IT!??!”

“Wine, Claire?” Tom said, coming over with a glass.  

“Oh, no, thank you.”

“Whisky, then?

“No, thank you, Tom, I’m all—” Good Heavens, I nearly burped in the poor man’s face, but managed to choke back the wave of acute nausea and croak, “— all set with my tea.” 

I could have sworn Marian gave me a suspicious look, but thankfully, Jamie came to my aid. “So, from what I gather, the festivity centers around coming together and eating in a spirit of gratitude. But that’s about all I ken of it. Is there more?” 

I had told him the story earlier that morning, in fact, but I was grateful for the diversion while Tom gave the Proud Son of Massachusetts recitation of the Thanksgiving tale. 

Jamie nodded in approval. “Thanks be to God for the kindness of the native folk, then. I must say, I enjoy hearing tales of anyone that managed to fly in the face of the English crown—Sorry Sassenach,” he added with a grin.

“Does Scotland not belong to England?” Della asked, bewildered. 

“Depends on who ye ask,” Jamie laughed. “Suffice it to say, there’s a reason the marriage between Claire and me raised no small number of eyebrows.” 

“But you married anyway,” Della swooned, “how roMANTIC!!” 

Jamie grinned and sat down next to me. “Verra romantic indeed.” He saw my pallor and squeezed my hand, speaking low so only I could hear. “Are ye feeling alright, Sassenach?” 

“Bit queasy,” I admitted, resisting the urge to clutch my abdomen. 

“Can I get ye anything?” 

“No,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. “But thank you. Just have to wait for young Fraser here to settle down.” 

He smiled and ducked his head, trying not to let the others see the direction of his tender gaze. 

We had agreed not to announce the pregnancy until the three-month mark, as was customary. We knew better than anyone that tragedy could still strike after the first trimester, but had decided that for Brianna’s sake, at least, it was best to wait until the highest risk of miscarriage was past….even though acknowledging the possibility of losing another child sent claws of fear tearing at my heart. 

But I’d carried one child safely; Lord willing, I could do so again.  

Please, Lord, keep this little one safe.

Jamie wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me closer. “I am thankful, today, ye ken?” he whispered. 

“Oh?” I murmured back, looking into his eyes, curious, but already smiling from the tone in his voice. “Whatever for?” 

“For our daughter. For you carrying her. Giving her life, this day two years ago. For—” His voice caught, just barely. “—For how ye went on living when ye didna wish to…” He gently touched my face. “For working as hard as ye do, at home and at the hospital….For being my wife. For….well…” He very discreetly touched my belly. “For our children. And for taking care of us in this new world”

I ran my hand down the side of his face, unable to speak as I kissed him. Come what might in 1951, never had I had a year in which there was so much for which to give thanks as 1950.

“I’m going to shrivel up and DIE from how much you love each other,” came Della’s tremulous threat. “Just you WAIT.”


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dare :: zach dempsey

word count: 1635

warnings: lil bit of bryce the predator but mostly fluff and :)

a/n: this is my first time writing an imagine for Zach / 13 reasons why so !!!! I love ross butler !!!!!!!!!!!


“Y/N, come and join us!” You glanced over your shoulder, spotting the gang crowed into a circle in the sitting room but more specifically, you spotted Bryce who was waving you over.

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you told Clay you’d be back after a round of whatever they were playing. He nodded, turning to Hannah to continue their conversation and you left to join the rest of your friends.

You ignored Bryce who was insisting you sit beside him but you had very little trust in that boy, so instead you sat in the empty space beside Zach.

But Bryce was a persistent little guy, unused to the dismissal of his efforts from a girl and so he shooed the guy on your other side and seated himself next to you.

You rolled your eyes, relaxing your head back against the sofa to which Zach released a bout of laughter. You smiled, resting your head against Zach’s shoulder as you watched your friends decide on a game.

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Circle of Life

Characters – Sam x Reader

Summary – Sam’s a civilian now, working as a handyman for a local motel and thinking he’s out of the hunting life forever.  When the owner of the motel asks him to make some repairs on a house he rents out for some extra money, Sam agrees, not knowing that the job will have him questioning his new life.

Word Count – 2,687

Warnings – None; mostly fluff, with a little bit of angst right in the middle.

A/N – Part one! Takes place between Seasons 7 and 8, when Sam became a handyman after Dean disappeared – canon divergent in that he meets Y/N rather than Amelia.  This was written for both a request and a challenge.  This request came in from @winchesters-princess: “Can you pretty please write a handyman!sam x reader based off 8.05 “blood brother” fluffy of course ❤️ that was Sam’s actual job and he was on a house call to fix something rather than the motel like in the ep.”   Here you go, Ro!  I hope you enjoy it!  

This was also written for @buckysmetallicstump’s Disney Quote Challenge.  I chose quote #1: “The past can hurt.  But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.” Rafiki, the lion king AND #19. “Ohana means family, and family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.” Lilo, Lilo and Stitch.  Thanks Bailey!

BTW – Al and Belle are based off of two of my cats, Rylee and Chloe – and if you’re wondering if the cord story is real, let’s just say that I had to buy a new pair of earbuds just last weekend!  Her full name is Chloe Elizabeth “Lucky” Cleveland!  LMAO!


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Sam pulled up in front of an older white house and looked down, checking the address on the paper Mr. Davidson had given him.  After ensuring he was at the right address, he got out of his truck and leaned over the back, grabbing his banged up toolbox.  He made his way to the front of the house, pausing for a moment to look at it. Though it was on the older side, the paint was fresh, with hunter green shutters framing the windows.  A flowerbed lined the front walk, and looked to be well designed and maintained – not a weed in sight.  Smiling, Sam walked up the front steps and used the key Mr. Davidson had given him to enter the house.

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anonymous asked:

Do u know of any fics where either Clarke or Bell is affected from some kind of love potion? The 'love potion' could be the affect of radiation.

themajorindianfangirl said: Hey, do you have some multi-chapter with a lot of fluffiness? Like you will smile until your face hurts kind cute. Yeah, that’s all thank you.

Here are some that you might enjoy (but just a heads up, some of these come with a little bit of angst too):

You might want to check out this search, too. 

Anonymous said: Hey! I was wondering if you guys could find a fic I never got around to finishing. It was a now and then story of Clarke and Bellamy’s relationship. Each chapter wold either be the past or current situation. In the current Bellamy is getting married to Echo and Clarke had told him not to marry her. Her dad is alive, but her parents are divorced and they’re going to her family’s beach house (?) For the wedding. I hope that’s enough info and makes sense ! Thank you!!

Now and Then, thanks @chebz for finding this one for us!

mostly–bellarke said: Any 10 things I hate about you bellarke fanfiction?

Anonymous said: Do you know of any completed youtubers AU?

Alec felt the sun shining on his face. That feeling was nice, but the view was even more excellent. Magnus was laying next to him on his stomach with one arm flung casually over Alec’s back. Alec is struck by how perfect this moment and this morning truly is. He appreciates the soft, relaxed flex of Magnus’s back muscles. Alec observes the planes of his face, the sharp cheekbones, and almost dangerously cutting jawline.

Alec smiles to himself when he sees a track of drool dripping from Magnus’s slackened mouth. It’s stupid how enamored he is.

Angel knows how long Alec has been watching before Magnus’s eyes slowly flutter open. They’re cat eye slits this early in the morning before Magnus is awake enough to cast his glamor for the day and Alec lets himself appreciate it.

He loves this man so much, it’s becoming more and more alarming every day. But at this moment, with the sun hitting his face and a smile on both of their sleepy faces, it feels like the most obvious fact in the world.

Magnus turns, so he is on his side, and Alec copies the move so they are facing each other. Alec raises one hand and rests it gently on Magnus’s cheek. Magnus inclines his head slightly, silently asking for a kiss. Alec has never been good at denying him anything, so he meets him without a moment’s hesitation. There is a warm slide of lips, a little sour from morning breath but neither of them cares.

He pulls back to gaze at Magnus. This is it. The perfect moment he’s been waiting for. 

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Valentines Day has become a huge tradition for Victor and Yuuri, mostly because they both try and surprise each other every year, and so the gestures keep getting bigger and bigger. They have been told off more than once by Yakov for bringing their ‘surprises’ to the rink - like the time Victor filled it with roses and left everyone unable to practice, or the time he arranged for a romantic dinner in the middle of the rink…. again, leaving everyone else unable to practice.

Dancing With the Stars

A Fluffy Klance One-Shot (that’s essentially just because I headcanon Lance to be a very good dancer)

Featuring very background shallura, a bit of Keith being jealous, and Lance platonic bonding with everyone because he’s my favorite.

Summary: At a celebration on a foreign planet after beating the Galra there, all the aliens are dancing, and Lance is eager to join in. He quickly makes it his goal to get the rest of his team to dance, even Keith. But Keith seems to be acting a little off… what could possibly be bothering him?

Yes I know. I suck at summaries. I don’t write that much fluff in general… it’s mostly angst and this is actually the first Voltron thing I’ve posted. Hopefully more to come?


Lance jogged his leg up and down, eyes gazing longingly at the dance floor.

The celebration was grander than most, fitting for the size of the planet they’d just freed from the corrupt Galra empire. Fast-paced music blared from every corner of the room, with no visible speakers, and countless native aliens were twirling around on the dance floor.

Allura was in the middle of a dignified discussion with the planet’s leaders, with Coran at her side as usual. She’d left the Paladins on a couch to the side of the room, ‘so they couldn’t screw anything up’ were her exact words, with a pointed look at Lance.

This, of course, did not stop the others from noticing how obviously Lance wanted to be on that dance floor, and how restless he was while sitting still.

With an amused sigh, Shiro glanced in the blue paladin’s direction. “You can dance if you want to, you know that right?”

Lance immediately shot off of the couch, his previously anxious face taken over by one of those bright smiles that seemed to light up the room.

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I heard it’s Mermay, so I wrote shieldshock with mermaid!Darcy

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Steve was sad to admit he being beaten to a pulp. By a giant crab, nonetheless. Being the only one of the team unable to either fly or stealth away from a precarious situation came with some negative sides he usually was able to work around or avoid altogether, but today was not that day.

He could barely take a breath in the crab’s pincer while the rest were fighting it and its minions. Because of course it had minions.

“I’m off seafood for the rest of my life after this,” Clint was complaining on the comm.

“Meanwhile we’ll have some ground Cap to eat,” Tony added.

“Less talking, more saving please,” Steve grunted.

“I believe this crab is infuriated with your patriotism,” Thor said.

Tony laughed. “FRIDAY, please keep a record of this conversation. For science purposes.”

Hulk took that moment to punch the crab. Hard. With Steve still in his pincer. The crab made a high pitched noise as it was thrown back in the water, and Steve could only take his breath before he was submerged. Its grasp loosened, and he used all his strength to get away before it tightened again.

His uniform caught on something, but he continued and ignored the ripping sound while he swam as fast as possible back to the surface. The murky water stung his eyes and made it hard to evade the crab’s minions when they decided to join their master. He could normally hold his breath for a few minutes, but “normally” didn’t include a dozen of small creatures pinching and weighting him down. He used his shield to let some go but quickly lost it to some tenacious little crab with death in its tiny, beady eyes. This was not good, Steve thought as his lungs were beginning to seriously protest. His comm was completely dead at this point. But he could hear singing?

Yes, he definitely could hear someone, a woman, sing as his vision darkened. It didn’t make sense, the singing was right beside him… was his last thought.

And then there was the dark.

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(Bisexual Female Reader) fluff with a smidge of angst with Hoseok for anon 🔥
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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!

Properly Acquainted

AKA Will and Hannibal flirt and shamelessly dry-hump in a Halloween store. I’m… almost sorry for this?

This is the first of my giveaway fics, for @captainwingdings, who placed second and requested a fic based on a dream they had:

Young Will encounters Med student Hannibal at a halloween store. I had a dream last night where Will (age 20 in this) was visiting family (or his cousins, just pretend he has them) during Halloween time, and he goes with his little cousins (like age 17 or so, so not that little) to a massive Halloween store. Cue slightly older (Med student?) Hannibal. Because what better time to kill some pigs than when everyone is setting out gory decorations? So basically Hannibal takes a liking to Will and kinda follows him around the shop because Will knows all these bloody facts and keeps telling his cousins. Hannibal is automatically smitten, of course, and goes out of his way to talk to Will and press his body up against his in the tiny aisles.

I took some liberties with plot, but hopefully the spirit of the dream is still there!

Also on Ao3 here.


“I want that big axe! I bet you could cut someone’s hand off with an axe like that!”

Will found himself at the local party outlet, babysitting his niece Abigail for the afternoon. Halloween was coming up, and Uncle Will, a criminal justice student at the local community college, was the ideal choice to help pick out the most gruesome costume.

“Well, um. The axe would be a particularly bad choice for any kind of close-range combat.”

“Close… what?”

“Look, you want to be a scary killer, right?”

“Well yeah. Duh.”

“So, you need an effective weapon. The axe isn’t going to do you much good in a fight. You’re really only going to want it for hacking at things from about arm’s length.”

They were currently in an aisle full of plastic fake weapons, the kind you could carry around spattered with fake blood and spook out all the little kids in the neighborhood – every ten-year-old’s dream.

“Yeah but it’s so BIG! I want that one.”

“How about you try the Bowie knife, that’ll be the most effective.”

“But a knife isn’t as scary as an axe.” 

“But it’s… look, if it were up to me, I’d rather fight someone who had an axe than a Bowie knife. You can see an axe coming and get out of the way pretty quickly. A knife sneaks up on you. And look at the curve on the end – that’s gonna rip out all your guts.”

“Yeah, but the axe is like… so big. I want the axe.” Her well-honed pout gave her the air of a mistreated Bassett Hound, a face that she knew from years of experience was Uncle Will’s kryptonite.

“… fine. We’ll get the axe. But you have to let me mix your fake blood for you, the stuff they sell at these stores doesn’t even congeal right.”

“Uncle Will, you’re so weird.”

“Do you want this costume to be accurate or not?”

“I want to be scary.”

“Accurate is scarier than anything you could come up with, I promise you.”

“Pardon me for overhearing, but I’d have to recommend the butcher knife over the Bowie, if we’re talking close combat. Specifically the Japanese yanagi ba, traditionally used for sashimi.”

“Excuse me?” Will noticed for the first time the man standing to their left in the aisle, perusing a set of generic teen-murder-movie hockey masks. The tall, gorgeous, very well dressed, mysteriously-accented man to their left. Will realized he was gawking and snapped his mouth shut, hoping the man hadn’t noticed.

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