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OK so keith and lances relationship in this AU ..this is gonna be long so get ready but it starts off when theyre younger:

and wow!!they are friends!!theyre best friends in fact they love hanging out with each other and playing together just being silly kids but then we hit the teens

this is where things get bumpy for them. Theyre still friends and still close(romantic feelings start to bloom),and they have big dreams of being the best dragon hunting duo the worlds ever seen!So they’re finally old enough to start serious dragon training

but it doesnt go all too well for lance……..

hearing that his best friend (and crush) doesnt think he can do the one thing hes been dreaming about since childhood?breaks his heart. And pisses him off

after this they get into a huge fight and lance just…doesnt talk to keith anymore. lance is angry at keith for lying to him, keith is angry at lance for just randomly dropping him without even giving him the chance to explain. 

in the end tho!after lance finds blue and keith finds out they’re able to finally talk and work it out and become friends again :,,) and eventually….eye emoji ..start dating 

more dragon au right here! & here

Author’s note: Kuroshitsuji with 15. Let’s make this a competition.”
First Christmas prompt! #fail Oh well, it’s Christmas somewhere, right? Right. Thanks so much for your lovely compliment! Hope you had a lovely Christmas and enjoy this little fic!

Summary: When Ciel’s servants fail to make him happy during everyone’s favorite holiday of the year, Sebastian suggests they turn this into a small competition. The first one to make Ciel smile or laugh is the winner and of course, as the perfect butler, Sebastian has a few tricks up his sleeve.

Word count: 2k (woops)


The smell of snow was already penetrating his room and Ciel woke up groggily, already annoyed at the familiar scent, and saw a blurry Sebastian preparing a cup of tea at the foot of his bed. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Ciel sat up straight and let out a small huff when his butler looked up at him, the usual smile permanently plastered on his face.

“Good morning, young master. Did you sleep well?”

“As if you care,” Ciel mumbled and scooted over to the side, letting his feet dangle above the ground as Sebastian walked over to him with his tray.

Fortunately, the strong aroma of the earl grey tea took his mind off the fact that it was snowing outside and he purposely held the steaming cup right under his nose, practically forcing himself to smell nothing but that.

Christmas.

Oh, how he loathed this holiday. The only good thing was the profit he made with his company because people were dumb enough to buy presents for their loved ones. It was honestly the most useless day of the year, along with his birthday. Winter reminded him too much of the loss of his parents and his childhood, which was why he was giving Sebastian even more death stares than usual.

He couldn’t focus on the newspaper, his breakfast or his tea for that matter. He couldn’t even think of any random insults for Sebastian who was graciously ironing his clothes for today.

“You seem a bit tense today, my lord,” Sebastian mumbled as he gently dressed Ciel in a simply, yet fancy suit for the special occasion. “Anything I can do for you to make you feel better?”

As much as he wanted to not go downstairs and celebrate Christmas with the rest of his servants, Ciel didn’t have a choice so he shook his head, shrugged Sebastian’s hand off after he had tied a red tie around his neck and left his room, getting tailed by Sebastian’s quiet yet obvious footsteps.

The minute he got to the main living room, he was met with an explosion of “Merry Christmas, young master!”s, “Hope you like the presents we got you!” and “I did all the decoratin’ myself, sir,” and Ciel couldn’t be more annoyed. Even though they all meant well, he couldn’t help but glare at the gigantic Christmas tree in the farthest corner of the room, decorated with sparkly baubles, angels and everything else they could think of.

Finny started arguing with Bard about the chocolate cake that was in the middle of the large, beautifully decorated table, which somewhat appealed to Ciel because it was something sweet, but it still made his eyebrow twitch.

He took a seat at the head of the table and let Sebastian cut the first slice because it didn’t look like his servants were going to stop bickering any time soon. Mey-Rin was doing her best to stop them by flailing around like a butterfly while Tanaka sat in his usual corner, drinking his tea.

No matter what they did, they couldn’t get Ciel to be excited about Christmas. Every person in that room knew why he was not going to put on a fake smile, or at least pretend he liked the presents they got him, because everything about this holiday reminded him too much of the fire. So instead of listening to them constantly trying to cheer him up with silly stories, dance-moves and more sweet foods, Ciel just sat there, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand, watching them with a blank expression.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he did appreciate their efforts, namely Finny’s because he was trying the hardest by hugging him close and running his rough fingers through his hair while the others simply ran around in circles like lunatics. Sebastian was watching everything quietly, his blood colored eyes containing a neutral glitter while he cleaned the table.

“It’s no use,” Mey-Rin said, totally and utterly defeated as she held her face. “We cannot make the young master happy. And I thought he’d surely enjoy our presents and cake…”

“It’s obviously not his favorite day of the year,” Finny mumbled quietly against the back of his head and pulled away. “Did you at least enjoy the cake, my lord?”

“I did, it was quite tasty,” Ciel replied honestly and cleaned his fingers with his handkerchief, feeling undeniably cold without Finny’s presence. “You did a good job on that.”

They had probably put loads of sugar in it to hide their mistakes because it was a tad bit too sweet, but since he liked sweet things, he didn’t have anything to complain about. Plus, it was fun to see Sebastian’s disapproving look when he said that, obviously not pleased with the fact they made a cake without his surveillance. The latter was what made the white lie worth it because Sebastian was looking between him and the cake with the sourest expression he had ever seen.

However, the irritated expression was soon replaced with a cool one and Sebastian straightened up. “Let’s make this a competition, then. See who can cheer the young master up today. The winner can relax and take it easy for the rest of the day.”

That asshole clearly had a plan and Ciel did not like where this was going. Not one bit.

“Excuse you and your face,” he sneered and dropped his fork.

“But we’ve already tried everything!” Finny exclaimed, tears apparent in his large eyes. “D’you have any other ideas, then, Sebastian-san?”

“I do,” Sebastian smiled and looked down at Ciel with a rather mischievous, demonic look. “What kind of butler would I be if I didn’t even know how to cheer up our beloved young master?”

Okay, Ciel debated with himself for a minute. He could either give in and put a fake smile right now to get this over with or he could bite and see what kind of stupid plan this guy had. Seeing as he did like a challenge, Ciel decided to give them their needed permission with a mere flick of his wrist and watched everyone run around the house, trying their best to find something that would a bring a smile to his face.

Sebastian remained by his side during their frantic search, acting exceedingly patient and content, making Ciel even more annoyed because what was Sebastian’s oh so flawless plan?

Everyone else seemed to suck at making him smile, as usual. Finny had put on this idiotic clown costume and tried to entertain him by throwing some brightly colored balls in the air, Bard wanted to drag him to the kitchen to let him blow things up because “That always cheered me up when I was little!” but Sebastian promptly stopped him from doing so with a rather forced smile and Mey-Rin tried to show off her skills by balancing a couple of plates on her hands, shoulders and head. She failed of course and Sebastian was quick enough to catch all of them before they would hit the ground and shatter into pieces.

After some more failed tries, Bard tried telling a few funny stories about his childhood, along with a few very bad jokes, Finny went to the garden to bring in some flowers and Mey-Rin just kept tripping over her own feet and dropping furniture whenever she came up with a new plan. Tanaka remained silent throughout the day, chuckling every now and then while he watched their pure yet competitive attempts.  

At the end of the day, none of them succeeded and Ciel was left exhausted and bored of their endless, non-entertaining actions. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

He was about to get up but Sebastian, that smug-looking bastard, held out an arm and his smile widened. “Excuse me, sir, but I’m still allowed to give it a try, am I not?”

Ciel sighed and sat back down, folding his arms over his chest. “Right, I almost forgot. Go ahead.”

It was undoubtedly the biggest mistake he had ever made. Sebastian strode over to the back of his chair and placed both of his hands on his shoulders and Ciel felt himself frowning because he had no idea what to expect. Everyone watched in anticipation as Sebastian’s hand gently slipped down his torso, causing Ciel’s body to twitch lightly and right when he was onto him, it was already too late.

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Brad imagine - you meet his family

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“What if they don’t like me?” you ask quietly as Brad pulls onto his street.

“They’ll love you,” he replies instantly. “How could they not?”

With a shrug, you sigh and look out the window. “I don’t know. What if they think I’m weird? Or that I’m not a good match for you?”

Brad glances at you briefly. “Y/N, they’re going to love you, trust me. They won’t think you’re weird, and they’ll think you’re a perfect match for me. You know why?”

You shake your head slowly.

“Because they’ll see how incredibly happy you make me,” he murmurs whilst pulling into his driveway.

You smile at him softly. “Thank you.”

“Now come on,” he says, turning his car off. “Let’s go in.”

You nod and climb out of the car, trying to push all your nerves down. Your stomach is a ball of knots and butterflies, all fluttering about. Your mind is filled with bad scenarios that could happen. You hate feeling this way. You just want to go home and curl up in your bed. You don’t want to face Brad’s family – you’re so positive that they’ll dislike you.

Brad puts his hand onto your lower back and leads you towards the door. He unlocks it and steps inside.

You glance at Brad awkwardly after you follow him in. Do you leave your shoes and jacket on? Do you take them off? If yes, where do you put them?

As if reading your mind, Brad slips his shoes off and nods at the shoe mat. “Just put your shoes there, babe. I’ll hang up your coat.”

You thank him softly and hear the pitter patter of claws against the hardwood floor. You look over to see a big, fluffy, golden dog headed your way. A smile spreads across your face and you crouch down as Jesse approaches. “Hey there.”

Brad grins, bends down to ruffle his dog’s ears, then beams at you. “She likes you.”

“She’s a dog,” you mutter. “Dogs like everyone.”

He shrugs. “Still. Her tail’s going crazy. It looks like a windmill.”

You look up to him and smile. “Like a windmill in the sky?”

Brad snorts back a laugh and shakes his head.

“Brad,” a female voice calls from the top of the stairs.

You look over and see a girl you’re assuming to be Brad’s sister running down to greet her brother. You and Brad met on tour a while back, and have been dating long distance for a while. As well as being away from you, Brad’s been away from his family for quite some time. Between touring, visiting you, and working in the studio, he hasn’t had much time to be with his family.

“Hey Nat,” Brad breathes out while they hug. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she murmurs, giving her brother a tight hug. She pulls away smiling, and looks to you. “You must be Y/N.”

With a shy smile, you stand and nod. “I am. It’s nice to meet you.”

Natalie smiles sweetly. “Nice to meet you, too. Brad’s been telling us lots about you over the phone.”

“Has he?” You shoot him a look and blush softly.

Brad puts his hands up in defense. “It was all good things, I promise.”

“Good things?” a voice echoes from the hall.

You all turn to look, seeing Brad’s father walking over. “He never shuts up about you. It’s always, ‘Y/N did this, Y/N did that. Y/N’s so great. I love her so much, dad.’

Your cheeks turn red and you notice Brad’s tinting pink as well. He rubs the back of his neck and laughs awkwardly. “I don’t sound like that.”

Natalie grins. “Sure you do. Mum’s in the kitchen, by the way. She’s making food.”

“Thanks.” Brad takes your hand and pulls you to the kitchen, obviously sensing your embarrassment. “Sorry about them,” he whispers on the way.

“It’s fine,” you reply quietly.

“Hi mum,” Brad says as he steps into the kitchen.

Anne looks over her shoulder, a broad smile across her face. She wipes her hand on her apron quickly before opening her arms. Brad goes into them, embracing his mom for a good minute or two.

“Mum, this is Y/N.” Brad nods at you. “Y/N, this is my mum.”

You hold out your hand awkwardly. “Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Simpson.”

Anne laughs lightly and waves her hand. “Please, call my Anne.” She goes over and gives you a one-armed hug.

You glance at Brad as you awkwardly hug her back. He’s smirking at the two of you, his eyebrows raised slightly.

“It’s so nice to finally meet the girl who’s got Brad so head over heels,” Anne comments once the hug is done.

You feel your cheeks heating up again, and you look down to your feet. “It’s nice to meet you all as well. I’ve been looking forward to meeting his family.”

Brad makes a strange noise, as if holding back a laugh, and clears his throat afterwards. “We’ll let you continue cooking. We can all catch up over dinner.”

Anne nods and kisses her son’s cheek softly, making him smile lightly. She turns to you and looks you over slightly, then smiles widely to herself. “I can see you two make each other very happy. I’m very happy to see that. You chose a good one, Brad.”

He smiles wider, looks to you and nods. “I know.”

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till our compass stands still - Chapter 1 - dinosar - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Mila Babicheva, Sara Crispino, Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri, Phichit Chulanont, Nishigori Yuuko, Nishigori Triplets, Yakov Feltsman, mentions of others
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Light Angst, Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Getting Together, Emotional Constipation, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Friendship, Texting, Fluff and Angst, Long-Distance Friendship, Long-Distance Relationship, Breaking Up & Making Up, Love Confessions, I’ll add more as I think of them
Summary:

somehow, somewhere along the way, a line had blurred into something less distinct, and yuri had come to the sudden realization that maybe he was in love with his best friend.

but of course, he’d had to realize it at the worst possible time.

(a study of otabek and yuri’s friendship as the years pass, and how it changes into something new)

Sara wipes tears from her eyes, still shaking with laughter, and lays her free hand on his shoulder as she turns him so that she can look him dead in the eyes. “You’ve got it bad, kid. I can’t believe you haven’t realized you’re in love with him yet,” she wheezes, doubling over a little.

His eyes go wide. “No, you’ve got it all wrong, he’s my best friend―”

“You need to be a little more self aware,” she cuts in, expression morphing into something a little more sympathetic as the laughter starts to subside. “Yuri, when Mila and I walked over, you were looking at him like he was the sun or something. That’s not a look you give your best friend, I’m sorry to burst your bubble.”


im back from the dead finally with chapter 5!!! i hope yall enjoy it \o/