gah so short sorry

readabookkids  asked:

#29 shance

Gah, sorry it took me a few days. Gah 2, I’m sorry it’s so short. Gah 3, …I tried. 

GAH 4. I’m sorry if there are typos and stuff!! D: 

Content: Shance and pure fluff, ok? Emotions and stuff. Ptty fluffy. 

Translations: Mi rey (My king), Cielo (Sky) / Mi cielo (My sky), Mi amor (My love) 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

“I thought you were dead.”

Lance blinks and then he turns his head towards the voice, wincing subtly when his neck pops at the movement. His mouth twitches upward happily when he catches the frame of his boyfriend on the door.

“Well, that makes two of us, huh?” Lance tries, shrugging his shoulders playfully before dropping them in defeat when Shiro doesn’t react.

“Please, don’t joke about that, Lance.” He whispers, taking a step into the room and closing the door behind him, “For a second there we thought – I thought…”

“Hey.” Lance calls softly when Shiro doesn’t continue, moving around on the bed until he was half sitting before raising his healthy arm carefully towards his boyfriend, “Please, come here?”

The brunet easily notices the second of hesitation in Shiro’s posture but soon enough, the leader is making his way towards the bedside.

Shiro settles himself on the edge of Lance’s bed, body half turned away from the brunet but that doesn’t stop Lance from taking Shiro’s hand into his own.

“Mi rey, it’s over. What’s done it’s done. We survived, I survived.” Lance says firmly, his mind trying to block the sadistic echo of the druid’s laughter and he has to suppress a shiver when his body twitch involuntarily as he feels their phantom hands over his body, twisting and scarring as they please.

Lance shakes his head stubbornly. “It’s over.” He repeats, sighing and relaxing his shoulders before focusing once again on Shiro. “It’s over now and I need you to look at me, cielo.”

Shiro bites his lip and turn his eyes further away from Lance.

“I - I’m sorry, I just…”Shiro pauses and Lance waits patiently, rubbing his thumb against his boyfriend’s hands in comfort, “I thought I lost you, Lance. I thought – I’m  just… scared that this is a dream and I will wake up and you will be gone and I can’t – I can’t face that, I’m not strong enough.”

Lance’s eyes soften and then he’s leaning closer to his boyfriend’s side, trying to catch Shiro’s dropped gaze.

“Hey.” He calls, pouting when Shiro doesn’t look up, “Cielo, hey ~ ! Just tell me how this feels, okay?”
Lance then untangles their intertwined hands before he picks Shiro’s and places it on his cheek.

“How does it feel, Shiro?” He asks quietly and he leans towards the touch when Shiro starts rubbing his thumb against his skin.

“Soft.” Shiro answers just as quietly.

“How about this?” Lance asks next, placing the hand on his neck.

Shiro gulps and his lip quivers as he answers. “Warm.”

“And this?” He whispers gently, putting his boyfriend’s hand right above his heart.

“Alive.” Shiro chokes out emotionally, a few stray tears falling from the corner of his eyes but Lance’s there to wipe them off.

“Exactly.” Lance beams, eyes bright and smile wide, “Exactly, mi amor. Alive, right now, you and me.”

He leans closer, nuzzling his face against his boyfriend’s playfully before he continues. “And that’s enough. That will always be enough: us, right now, right here. So, please, let yourself feel and hope, mi rey, because I’m right here and I’m not leaving.”

Lance would pat himself on the back if he could when he sees the watery smile growing on his boyfriend’s face at his words. “I will hold you on to that, kitten.”

Lance blows a small raspberry playfully before grinning. “I do feel pretty much alive right now, you know.” He says, poking himself curiously on the cheek before poking his boyfriend’s, “What’s even better is that you too feel alive.”

Shiro snorts and bites his lower lip to fight back the smile that threatens to grow.

“And I’m so grateful for that.” Lance whispers warmly, caressing Shiro’s cheek lovingly.

“Me too.” Shiro whispers back, leaning his head until his forehead is pressing against Lance’s gently, “So damn grateful.”

Lance just hums, dropping a quick eskimo kiss on Shiro’s nose.

anonymous asked:

A challenge question how many dusty questions you left in the inbox ? ๐Ÿ‘€


(In all seriousness there are a handful I have that I know are over a year old and I’m really sorry that I haven’t gotten around to answering them yet. Usually I don’t get to them because they’re asks that require long answers like “Why do you like this character?” and stuff like that… and I know I could give a really short answer but I want to say something meaningful and not just something short so I wait to gather all my thoughts… and then just never get around to answering T^T I promise I will get to them all though, eventually.)

anonymous asked:

Good luck on the blog!! Can we get a really fluffy scenario where Toshinori comes home late and his female s/o stayed up late for him?

Ugh. Gah. This is so short, sorry orz

The lights were still on when he closed the front door behind his back, and he frowned at the brightness, not expecting it. His footsteps were silent as he peeked into the living room, and his darkened, sunken eyes found your form sitting on the comfy sofa, head lolled back and eyes closed tight, your kindle sitting on your lap.

A fond smile appeared on the blond’s face as he approached you. Clearly enough, you had been trying to stay awake, but you had failed. It wasn’t much of a surprise seeing how late the time was currently, and he considered scolding you tomorrow for waiting up on him when he already warned you not to.

Reverting to his hero form, he slowly set aside the electronic device on your lap and slipped his arm under your body. With ease, he lifted your sleeping body up into his secure hold, and you mumbled incoherently as he tiptoed towards your shared room. Thankfully you didn’t even stir when he placed you down onto the soft mattress, and he praised himself for a job well done.

Toshinori didn’t even bother changing out from his loose shirt and pants as he climbed up the bed, curling beside you and slipping an arm over your waist. Your slow breathing calmed him down, and within seconds he joined you in his slumber.

When you woke the next day, it was to a sweet smell wafting in the air and a tray of breakfast brought upon you as soon as you sat up on the bed by a grinning Toshinori – and you knew today was bound to be yet another great day.

Heated Practise

I was kinda inspired by Mashima’s art so here is like a crappy and tiny little section of what I imagined. Enjoy~

Pairing: Nalu


Lucy sighed as she stared at Natsu who was standing on the other side of the mat. He stretched and clapped his hands together before rolling his shoulders. Sweat covered his half naked body as he looked at her with a stern and determined gaze.

“Natsu,” she whined, “everyone’s gone home. Can’t we wrap this up?” It was true. Natsu had forced Lucy to stay back after the lesson so he could perfect the new technique and she was beyond tired. Her whole body ached and she reeked.

“C'mon, Luce, just one more time. Promise.”

He used those eyes that got her into this god damn wrestling class to begin with. Those eyes she couldn’t possibly resist and she grumble, taking her stance and stepping onto the mat.


Natsu stepped closer to her and they circled one another, hands raised. They stared one another down and her wrestling partner grinned wildly before muttering a quick ‘go.’

Lucy thrust her arm forward at Natsu knowing the procedure. He swiftly moved to the side, placing a hand on her shoulder in the process. The blonde shut her eyes as she now prepared for the part she hated most; the fall.

She felt Natsu’s foot kick out her footing and she lost her balance and fell when he applied the force to her shoulder. Her body landed flat on the mat and she grit her teeth, though the mat broke her fall it still hurt a bit.

What Lucy didn’t expect was the weight that suddenly landed on her. She opened her eyes to come face to face with Natsu and felt her lower body being crushed under his.

“Sorry, Luce.” Natsu grinned and Lucy’s cheeks darkened. He stared at her as she sputtered like a fish and made no move to get up any time soon.


“Hey! It ain’t my fault I fell,” Natsu defended and flicked Lucy’s nose with his free arm while the other held up his weight. She whined beneath him and Natsu chuckled.

“You’re blushing.”

“Get off, Natsu.”

“Lucy’s blushing,” he teased and her eyebrows narrowed as she pouted.

“I said get off!”

“And why should I, hm? I’m comfortable,” he snickered and leaned closer to her face, which burned hotter than before. His dark eyes stared into hers and Lucy nearly choked on her own spit.

“Luce,” Natsu cooed and she swiped her tongue over her dry lips. She couldn’t stand this. Having Natsu topless hovering over her and teasing her like this and just being oh so close.

“Natsu, please,” Lucy whispered, her voice holding a tinge of desperation and the feelings that had been locked up. Natsu’s eyes flickered from her lips back to her brown eyes.


Gah I’m sorry it’s so short but like I couldn’t write anymore it got too much and my heart can’t take it •////•

anonymous asked:

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genius-prettyboy-momfriend-yoon  asked:

Number #75 for Gajevy or Gruvia?

I gotchu, babe.

I like them both, but Gajevy is a bit better in my opinion.

Pairing: Gajevy / GaLe
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Genre: Fluff
Words: 491 (gah so short sorry)


“I’VE BEEN HERE FOR FOUR HOURS!” The usually quiet bookworm practically hissed at the much taller male, her hazel eyes alight with fury. “WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!”

“Calm down Shrimp, I can explain–” but before the dragonslayer could continue, Levy cut him off.

“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED SICK I WAS? I WAS GOING TO ASK THE GUILD WHERE YOU WERE, BUT NO ONE WOULD ANSWER ME!” She shouted furiously, her small fists clenched by her sides as she continued to yell at her partner.

She had been waiting hours for him to show up at their favorite restaurant to celebrate their anniversary, only for him not to show up until an hour after it closed. She had been in the same booth for three hours, alone, and she could practically feel the pity coming off the waitresses and waiters. Not only that, but she could feel the curious gazes of several couples burn into her as she got more and more irritated. Now here she was, back at their apartment after a tense car ride, hungry and frustrated.

Before she could go on, Gajeel quickly shut her up with a peck to her lips. Caught off guard, she halted in her words.

“Look, Levy, I’m sorry,” he apologized awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “I know it’s our second anniversary, and uh, well…” he looked down, breaking eye contact with the bluenette who was silently watching him. “I wanted to do somethin’ special, y'know?”

The script mage didn’t respond, her expression blank as she continued to study his movements.

Gajeel went to grab something from the unusually big coat he was currently sporting, which was strange in itself considering he never wore long sleeves. Not even in the winter.

He then turned back to Levy, something enclosed in his hands. She wasn’t sure what it was, and she’d be lying if she were to say that she didn’t feel anxious.

Gradually, he opened his palms to expose a small velvet box. It was a simple design, and it didn’t strike the bookworm as special right away.

But then he opened it.

There, carefully sitting snugly in the box, was a beautiful ring. The band was silver metal with intricate designs carved into it, no doubt made by Gajeel himself. And on the top laid a beautiful ruby. The lights of the room reflected well through the gem, looking as if it was on fire. It was secured with two slim fixtures of the same material as the band, oh so carefully set.

She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what she was even feeling. Shock, awe, adoration, glee, she could go on and on. But her jumbled thoughts a came to a sudden stop as Gajeel’s rough voice cut through the tense silence of the room.

“So, Levy McGarden, will you have the honor of being my wife?”


First Stop || Belle + Open

Belle sits with her knees tucked up into her chest, book resting on her knees as she reads in deep concentration, eyebrows knit together in a careful look. She turns the page to continue her story, wanting to walk through her story books like a lost girl in an endless hedge-maze, not seeing a finish, but knowing it will happy, well deserved. The bus rattles under the weight of all the other passengers, and Belle bites her lip in concentration. She reads the words as if they were recalling actual events, true stories of true people about true struggle and true prevail. Why couldn’t she have been so true?

Daddy's Little Princess || Closed


“Congratulations!” The midwife smiled down at the crying baby, allowing the child’s face to be seen by the new parents. “It’s a girl!” She then cut the cord and carried the newborn to a small tub of water and cleaned her off before wrapping her up in a blanket firmly. She returned the child to the father; the King himself.

The little girl was still crying when she was placed into the arms of her father, little eyes opening and closing every once in a while to reveal dark brown eyes. She had globs of dark hair, just like her father, upon her head already.