#a fluff

[luvreyn]

WHITE || Gojo Satoru

white symbolises purity or innocence, a new beginning or a fresh start.

tags: fluff, gojo satoru x f!reader

White

Is the color of your dress when you met him for the first time at the church while you prayed late into the night and he stumbled upon you in a mixture of blood, curses, and screams.

White

Is the color of your life before he came and painted it with blue, red, purple, and every color imaginable.

White

Is the color of his soft hair as the wind blows through it, tangles in it, and brushes it

White

Is the color of his teeth as he smiles widely, laughs freely, grins at you for everything you do.

And white.

Is the color of your wedding dress as you walk down the aisle, towards the altar, towards him, towards your forever.

[anathemafiction]

It’s July 27th which means today’s Hadrian’s birthday!!!! ٩( ᐛ )۶ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕦ( ᐕ )ᕡ ٩( ᐛ )و Please tell him “Happy Birthday” and I hope he has a wonderful day >u< (even though it’s almost over, shush)

Hadrian's eyes widen, as he stares at the small, square-shaped gingerbread you hold in your hands.

"I know it's not much," you say, smiling apologetically. You offer him the sweet, and Hadrian lifts his hand to take it with a dazed expression. He stares down at it, seeming even smaller in his large palm. "But it was the best I could come up with."

He looks up at you, slowly, and the green in his eyes have never looked darker. "You. You remembered?" he asks in a small voice, an awed voice.

And your heart clenches. "Of course I did, Hadrian," you reach for him instinctively. Your hand closes around his arm, and you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "Happy birthday."

You smile bright, he blinks. And suddenly, two strong arms have an iron grip around you. You're pulled in, your face squished against his chest. "Hadrian!" you laugh but hug him tightly back.

"Thank you, love," he kisses your temple before stepping away. A full, wide, happy smile on his face. "Would you- share this with me?" he asks, the tips of his ears reddening.

This ridiculous man, you think. "I will," you say instead, and his hand closes around yours when you walk to a bench.

I'll share everything with you, big man.

- - - 

Oh my God, I totally forgot! Poor Hadrian, even his literal creator forgot his birthday ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ Thank God, Yanderecon stood vigilant.

Hopefully, this little snippet can make up for it. Happy Birthday, Big Buff Soft Boy. May the readers allow you to live through many more.

[number1120]

"I can't make any promises" and/or "please help me" With Anti and Marvin.

Ooh, a twofer!

"I had to get the butter this morning," Marvin called as he shut the door behind him. "Traffic was killer this morning! Don't take 74 if you're planning on not going anywhere!"

He place the silver bags in the counter and started to unpack. "I ran into Chester this morning and he was already taking shit about the game tonight." He placed the butter in the fridge and then the eggs. "He really thinks he can will tonight."

He heard bags rustling and items being placed on the counter. "ͧ this the şpéčáł shit fŕøm ľāśť week?"

"My spaghetti is unpastablly good."

Anti stopped dead where he stood and let the words process in his mind. "Oh, by the saints, please, help me for I'm about to müŕđēŕ hìm."

Marvin came behind him and wrapped his arms around his hips. "That was a good one!"

"Good one my ass," he glanced over his shoulder. "Banned."

"What?"

"That joke is banned." He quickly turned and lifted him up from the floor, Marvin wrapping his legs around his waist.

"I can't make any promises," Marvin giggled before leaning down and kissing him on the lips.

[incorrect-strq-quotes]

A Fluff

The sun was shining bright this morning, birds are chirping and nothing short of the ordinary was going on in the STRQ dorm, aside from a little huntress dressed in white.

"this is going to get her so good!" Summer giggled as she used a broom and string to hang a bucket above the door that was full of ice water. Standing behind the door, she held a can of black spray string with a grin.

Her girlfriend had opened the door, catching the bucket with a sigh and a smile, tossing the freezing cold water onto Summer, who yelped and stepped back

"Raven why?!" The girl asked, quickly grabbing a towel from the desk to dry herself off, but not before Raven could hug her

"I know you, this happens every year!" Rae giggled, taking the string slowly and carefully. Stepping back and emptying the contents onto the girl "I love you!" She called out, making her way out the door before Summer could react

"Raven! I'm going to get you back for this!"

[rosewaterwinter]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Dimitri is chosen to compete in the White Heron cup, but is an utterly inexperienced dancer. The Professor takes coaching matters into her own hands.

A Fire Emblem: Three Houses one shot. 📘

[vuelie]

On Trunks & Thawing.

A/N: Thank you, @frozenartscapes , for pulling me out of eternal winter–– I mean eternal writer’s block. This is the great thaw. xD 

Summary: Fluff. I finally know how to fluff. And Elsa is a huge collector of... things. Ha.

“Elsa… it’s okay to put them away.”

“Absolutely not.”

“What? Why not?”

“I am the queen and these are royal things.”

Anna rolled her eyes before bursting into a giggle. “They are not royal things.” 

A stubborn pout. “Yes, they are.”

“Elsa.”

Her Majesty, the Queen of Arendelle, heir to all of the Northern lands, was standing next to a wooden trunk littered with what seemed to be a pile of random items and trinkets of various kinds. A poorly sewn stuffed animal in the shape of a snowman, colorful papers of different sizes filled with a child’s haphazard handwriting, an abundance of…junk in plain sight for Anna to see from where she was stood. 

In Elsa’s hands was a brown chocolate box with the words Cioccolato written on it in gold, fancy letters–– a present Anna had given her after returning from one of her diplomatic duties in Italy. 

Baffled by Elsa’s unexpected luggage, Anna wasn’t quick to recognize the object that she was holding because it was something that she had given her over a year ago…or was it two years ago? 

The memory of it eluded her. 

She had brought Elsa presents from her trips all over the world, and she didn’t exactly keep track of each item. 

It seemed that most of the things from Elsa’s trunk were things from and of Anna. The trunk was bursting with an array of gifts and letters and handmade toys-- presents that the royal princess had created and chosen mostly out of impulse because they reminded her of her sister. 

Over the years, these gifts became more specific and carefully chosen. Such were little ornaments and chocolates and books that she thought Elsa would enjoy. Travel souvenirs that she knew would make Elsa’s face split into an unadulterated smile. Anything and everything that could possibly make her giggle. 

110% of the time, those seemingly random things had succeeded in making the queen’s heart soar. 200% of the time, Anna wondered if it was possible to take a ship or two—or an armada? No, Elsa and neighboring countries wouldn’t like that—with her whenever she went away to make space for more presents. 

All she had ever wanted was to make Elsa laugh and smile. As simple as that. Her sister, in all her majesty and ethereal grace, increased in radiance and beauty whenever she exuded joy. Happier. Beautiful-er. The way those blue eyes lit up like Christmas lights, the gasps of surprise and wonder, the hugs and a billion thank you’s that followed were enough to make Anna ecstatic for weeks at a time.

It was Anna’s personal mission to gather all the things that she knew could make Elsa happy, and a part of that quest was finding the finest chocolates from different cities and countries outside of Arendelle’s borders.

“Elsa, if you want another box of those chocolates, we can ask Kai to have them delivered here,” Anna suggested while the queen stroked the empty box gingerly with a finger like it was her most prized possession. Feeling her face burn—a foreign sensation that she was still getting used to–– Elsa lowered her gaze, her brows drawing together with worry and with a slight hint of…embarrassment? 

“No, thank you. I’m satisfied with this,” Elsa replied quickly, eyes boring into the box perched in her hands, avoiding Anna’s confused gaze. Shame had started to worm its way into her mind to rebuke her for being ridiculous. She probably looked foolish in front of her sister—immature and odd. Painfully strange and painfully pathetic. 

The brief silence that followed was excruciating as Elsa held her breath in, waiting for a response that could either break her or send her into panic mode. She never should’ve shown Anna her trunk. 

Anna probably thinks I’m––

Before she could succumb to those nagging thoughts of worry and assume the worst, Anna continued to show her interest in the trunk, interrupting Elsa’s inner and derailing monologue. Whether or not Anna could sense Elsa’s growing anxiety, it was put on pause because of her burning curiosity.

“That empty chocolate box,” Anna pointed, “Is that the one that I’ve brought back from Milan?”

Elsa could feel her blush searing through her cheeks. “Yes...”

Anna could only blink in confusion. Once. And then twice. “That was...that’s from––Elsa, did you keep every single box?” she asked with amusement in her tone, eyes searching for her sister who was adamant in keeping her head lowered. 

A pause. And then: “They’re presents from you. I… I want to keep them forever,” the queen squeaked, wincing at how foolish she must have sounded while imagining Anna grinning massively at her. She wasn’t wrong, and she still refused to look up.

Anna wanted to hug her tightly right there and then. But before she could open her mouth to reply to her sister’s quiet yet adorable confession, a sprinkle of flurries had started to bloom out of thin air, and the sudden drop in temperature became palpable in the blink of an eye. She held back a shudder, took a determined step forward, and then she rested her hands on both sides of Elsa’s arms. Slowly and then gently, but not so much to show that she was cautious or afraid.

“Hey,” she whispered, lowering her glance to meet Elsa’s eye-level, forcing the other to finally look at her, “I’m happy that you’ve kept all of them. I just didn’t expect it, that’s all.”

Elsa stirred at that. Finally lifting her head to face Anna, she raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

It was Anna’s turn to blush. “I didn’t think that they would be that important,” she mumbled, “I feel like we’re still getting to know each other because—you know—we’ve been apart for a long time. To be honest, I’m not even sure if I’m getting the right things most of the time. I just wanna see you happy and…I’m just surprised that you like them…all of them, it seems.” 

Wait…what? It took everything within Elsa to keep her hands from freezing the box and her entire bedroom. It suddenly dawned on her that the reason why Anna kept acquiring presents was that she was…overcompensating? Could it be… that her sister was trying to win her favor although she was the one who had framed her world with the sole purpose of making Anna happy?

Elsa pressed her lips together after what looked like a moment of contemplation. Parting them ever so slightly, she struggled to find the words to say. She was still trying to get used to this concept of sharing her feelings and just talking to someone, and it felt so blissfully strange most days to see Anna’s face and hear her voice on a daily basis. 

Anna. The magic one. The sun. Her sun was doing everything in her power to please her... without realizing Elsa’s real delight—in all of its complexity and beauty—lies in the hands of one person. The very same person that was standing awkwardly in front of her with a dopey grin. 

Stilling the crashing waves of uncertainty that pooled within her chest, Elsa forced a small smile, and then she loosened her grip on the box.

“It’s just that…” she started, rosy cheeks betraying her stoic expression that she had been trying so hard to maintain, “each gift means so much to me no matter how small or big they are. I know that seems silly, what with me being a queen and whatnot, but…they were from you,” she said before finally smiling that radiant smile that Anna loved so dearly, bright blue eyes brimming with gratefulness like she had been given another lifetime to live. 

Anna opened her mouth to say something, only to be refrained from doing so when Elsa raised a hand, a gesture Anna knew so well: the hand of the queen who demanded all of your attention. 

“You…you thought about me when you decided to get me this box of my favorite chocolate, and that quill from Corona, and… and that lovely chessboard from Motu Nui. Even the wrapping had thought put into it and I guess I still don’t quite understand why or how you do it. How you just… know me, after all that time apart and how you still think of me.”

Anna could only stare in awe. She didn’t expect that at all. She had seen Elsa in her moments of transparency but not like this. The queen had her way of controlling her emotions and locking them away as if they were never there, the heaviness of the crown leaving her no choice but to stand tall and unshakeable. Impenetrable even by her own demons. 

But this… this person that was standing in front of Anna was not that queen.

It was simply a girl with a worn out box in her hands, quietly yet longingly seeking for acceptance for being who she really was: desperate for love, wounded, and craving for affection. And she was nowhere near finished talking, the most Anna had heard from her since the day that they had found each other again––or ever at all, if she was truly being honest.

Slowly pulling the box to her chest like a life preserver, Elsa pursed her lips, eyes gleaming with stubborn, stubborn tears that refused to dissipate. For someone who was able to summon ice and give life to inanimate snowmen, she found it increasingly hard to hold back her tears nowadays. She had noticed this shift when she started to open up more. Receive hugs more. Receive love more. 

Was that what healing meant? All your sorrows and darkest thoughts and overwhelming feelings spilling and exposed in the form of tears? She should have known better for she was someone who had spent countless days and nights crying. But in front of Anna? It was something that she would never truly get used to.  

An intake of breath. Exhale. “I wish I had said this sooner but… I’m glad you didn’t stop knocking on my door all those years even though you had every reason to write me off and walk away. I don’t deserve these gifts. I don’t deserve you.”

Thinking before saying something was not exactly Anna’s strong suit. But all she could do was watch her sister in her hunched posture, her arms drawn in on herself with the box in her center, vulnerable. Before she could even process them and understand the gravity of their meaning and intention, Anna was already overwhelmed with so much emotion and so many words hanging on the tip of her tongue. 

She was so sure that she was going to burst from inside to outside, but with all of that and more, all she could end up managing was a clear, unwavering, and firm “I love you.”

And just like that, the queen dissolved into a puddle. 

Elsa brushed her tears away with the edge of her sleeve. “I know,” she sniffled, “and I’ll never really know why.”

Anna couldn’t help but laugh. “Elsa, you stinker. I love you. You deserve the world and more and I will never stop trying to show you that even if it takes forever. That’s like, a long time but…” she trailed off, pondering, smiling, “you’re worth it. So, so worth it.”

Before Anna knew it, the room no longer felt like it was covered in frost, and the flurries suspended in midair had disappeared just as fast as they came. Elsa could only hug her in response and Anna happily embraced her back, grateful and content with having her sister in her arms. With her entire form facing Elsa’s wall, Anna took notice of the paintings that she had not seen before upon her arrival. Scanning not one, but a multitude of them that hung proudly in very expensive frames on Elsa’s ridiculously spacious wall, her face distorted into a cringe as she drops her jaw to the floor.

No. Freaking. Way.

“Elsa?”

“Hmm?” the other hummed in reply, chin still resting on Anna’s shoulder.

“Did you…are those… are those my drawings hanging on your wall?” Anna stared at the framed ‘paintings’ in horror, finally releasing her hold on Elsa as she shuffled toward the edge of Elsa’s room to have a closer look at her five-year-old hand’s poor attempt at art immortalized in the Queen of Arendelle’s chambers. 

Silence. 

“…Yes?”

“Elsa!!!”

[castorre]

Choose Your Own Adventure

(You, the Warrior of Light, stand before Zenos yae Galvus, in the Royal Menagerie.)

“ For we who are born into this merciless, meaningless world, have but one candle of life to burn. I know you understand this. You and I are the same. Together, we could while away the quiet hours, as friend and confidant… if you will accept me. “ Zenos eyes you with a morbid fascination. You, his little killing machine. You, the you that he adores! You, the only person who has ever been important to the Prince. What do you say?

Which do you pick? 

(...) Continue Reading

(I Accept You) Click “Read More”

You say nothing, simply glaring at the Prince as his smile fades to a look of resigned fate. 

“Oh, how this time could have been different, my warrior. Do you know how many times I hath seen this very moment? How many times I hath seen you deny me? For the Resonance itself binds my fate to circle forever. If only thou would break mine chains. If thou wouldst only...” Zenos glares at the lightly colored bricks that pave the garden. He glances round to the menagerie, to Shinryu. “Only the three of us, us anomalies... Only we are destined to continue this circle of death and rebirth, are we not? You, myself, this envoy of chaos. We are bound to each other, whether we like it or not.”

You are unsure what to say. This meeting feels wrong. You swore it would be different. You swore it would be an end to his machinations, and yet, you shed tears. In your heart, you too have known. You too are bound, helplessly, to the echo. 

“You understand now, as well, do you not?” Zenos raises his face, giving you but a sorrowful smile, “For we have performed this dance a dozen dozen times, perhaps more. We are old souls. Old, but having lived only once. Old, but having only known each other. In our next life, would you accept me?”

You feel your existence slip into ashes. You have failed again. You have remembered the song and dance and know the future is far too similar as the others you have seen. You hate it, this cosmic garden that grows the same every reset. 

“I accept you.”

Zenos’ eyes widen, hearing those words. As if a veil of clouded thought suddenly disappears from in front of him. Suddenly, the entire area explodes into ash, and you are left standing in a room of all white, so blindingly brilliant it hurts your eyes.

Before you, now stands but a child. You can tell it is Zenos, though he seems to be no more than five-or-so. 

“You are the Warrior of Light!” The small princeling smiles brightly. A smile you could never imagine coming from the adult version of the prince. 

“I am.” Your voice breaks slightly.

“You accepted me this time?” The boy begins to shed tears. “I have waited so long! I have...”

The flashes of the past - HIS past - envelop you. All of his sorrows, his pain, his hurt, the endlessness of it all, they nearly swallow you. You feel the great void of anger and hurt below you, a blackness of unending hunger. A hunger so absolute it might as well be a black hole. And as you feel yourself slipping into it, a warm hand wraps itself around your wrist. And everything is gone, you are back in the menagerie. 

“I accept you, as well, Eikon Slayer. Let us make the future different this time.” A genuine smile, and you feel happy for the first time you can remember. A happiness that makes all others pale in comparison.