#adorable fluff

[ridiculousimplicity]

Random Morgan x Karadec thought I wanna write:

Morgan has taken a day off and finally Karadec has one day without her talking his ears off.

He is pumped up, an almost empty coffee cup in hand, keys jiggling in between his fingers as he walks to the crime scene. Oz is giving him the preliminary run down of the scene and he is mentally feeling the peace of being surrounded by his people, his team and the quiet of doing his own thing before Morgan invaded it.

And think of the devil, and she calls. 😏 He rolls his eyes but picks up nonetheless, ready to sass her a bit when he hears some distinct gunshot sounds from her phone and he is on high alert.

Meanwhile, Morgan, who had gone to Ava's school for open house with Ava and Elliot is now stuck there in a classroom with other parents and their children as a crazed shooter is prowling the hallway, shooting and shouting randomly. And the first person she thinks to call is who? Adam freaking Karadec!

So, Adam races down to the school, vaguely recalling that he had called for backup to that school address. He reaches the school and finds his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach when he overhears the cops saying that a parent was injured by the shooter after they tackled him to the ground. He gets some details off the rookie but his mind is spinning as he puts together the data. Tall, female, blonde, and a parent of a high school kid. In his distress, he doesn't hear the name. He is spiralling and looking around for her or her kids and finally he hears someone calling for him.

He turns to see Elliot waving to him and calling him over. His body is feeling some relief on seeing both Elliot and Ava okay and standing together and he asks where Morgan is when she walks out from around a corner and he feels so much lighter. That crushing weight lifting off his chest as she struts confidently towards them, hands full of water bottles and a bright, dazzling smile.

His eyes fly all over her form, looking for any wounds and he doesn't find any. He sends a silent thank you upwards.

He has this insane urge to hug her but all he does is brush her shoulder with his fingers. The only consolation is when she leans into his touch and tells him that they are all fine and that she had gone to meet the badass that had tackled the shooter.

The day ends with him driving all of them back to her place. He leaves after making sure they are alright. (Ludo is inside putting baby Chloe to sleep)

Before Adam leaves, Morgan touches his elbow and whispers a sincere thank you. He nods the way he does, turns and gives into the urge and pulls her into a side hug, squeezing her shoulder before brushing his hand on her arm back and forth as he lays his cheek on her head for a few seconds. Unable to resist, he brushes his lips on her temple before bidding her goodnight and walking back to his car.

He doesn't look but he wants to. But he doesn't and starts his car. His eyes involuntarily find Morgan still standing on her porch, waiting for him to drive off. Offering a small smile, he pulls off the driveway and heads straight home where he sits in his car a long, long time, simply letting the day wash over him.

P.s. should I write this as a oneshot? 🫣🥹🥹

❕Edit: This oneshot is now posted on Ao3, guys! If you'd like to check it out here's the 👉 link. 👈 Happy reading! 😃

[ravenclawshermione]

Chapter Update - Christmas

After I moved in with Yiayia, Christmas had been filled with laughter and good food and the chaos of neighbors coming over for some of her legendary cooking. When she died, I stopped doing Christmas. There hadn’t been a point. I told myself I didn’t mind, that it was an overrated thing. 

Standing in the kitchen, the smell of melomakarona and sugar cookies and turkey mingling with the sounds of Christmas music and laughter coming from the living room, I knew better. This was everything I had spent so long pretending I didn't want, everything I’d resigned myself to going without. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jason asked, wrapping his arms around me.

“Just thinking about how different this is from last year,” I said, melting into his touch.

“Good different?” he asked, his voice playful. 

“Very much good different,” I laughed, turning to kiss him. 

I’d meant it to be a quick peck, but he had other plans, plans my body was all too eager to go along with. One hand wrapped around the ponytail I’d thrown my hair into, taking control, while the other found my ass and squeezed tight, pulling me closer. I could feel his cock pressing against me, rock hard and straining against his jeans. My hips ground against him as I lost myself in his touch, in the taste of mint and citrus and moonlight. 

“I want you,” he murmured into my neck, sending shivers through me. 

Laughter from the living room cut through the haze and he groaned as I pulled away.

“We have company,” I whispered, grinning. 

He let me pull back but took my hand, kissing it softly, eyes still burning for me, “Come on Pheebs, we can be quiet.”

“Some of us have really good hearing,” Calla called, amused.

I laughed as Jason grumbled, giving his hand a quick squeeze before grabbing a tray of cookies and heading to the living room. Calla was grinning, curled up on the love seat between Dick and Barbara. Roy was lounging on the couch watching Lian play with Oliver by the tree. As soon as we walked into the room he gave a smirk.

“You know, you two do have a room, complete with soundproofing and everything,” he teased. 

“Technically every room is our room, since this is our house,” Jason groused, but I could hear the smile in his voice.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59228794/chapters/163126720

[allofthelights11]

Panville fluff in 3500 words

Pansy brushed her black hair out of her face and prayed for inner strength.

Now was not the time to have a meltdown - internal or otherwise. Her daughter was looking at her example, looking for the steadiness and confidence a parent is supposed to exude, no matter how horrible the situation.

No matter how ridiculous and irresponsible and uncalled for -

“Mum?”

She choked back a gasp and swallowed the wrong way. The glob of uncooked cookie dough lodged in her throat.

Her daughter, quicker on the uptake than Pansy no matter the situation, walloped her on the back harder than Pansy felt strictly necessary. It worked, though.

The force of her daughter’s palm made the dough splat back on the counter, where it remained to mock her life choices.

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[mysteriesmuse]

Houseboat Holiday!🌊⛴️☀️!

Sardines or Couch? 🐟🐠🛏️

The evening drew to and end quickly. With a lot of yelling, banter, whispered teasing between you and the greenette’s, another round of chocolate and the celebratory cast off. Now Masaru manned the ships wheel as the rest of you tried to organize your stuff. Naturally Mitsuki was taking charge, “ok well, Inko, Masaru, and I have already claimed two of the cabins. Since we’re short on L/Ns -“ she smirked as she gave you the side eye, “- we actually have a lot more room than normal.” “So?” The three of you countered. Inko finished her friend thought, “nobody has to -“

and the boys finished for her giving a wicked loud high-five, “No Couch!” “told ya’ they’d take it just fine,” you beamed. To be honest they’d already explained that they didn’t think the boys would even fit on that giant couch anymore. Sleeping arrangements in the houseboat were always tricky where there were 4 cabins, 3 families, and 9 people. Thus, the parents all had their own rooms. Then, that left the coveted 4th room for kids or the L-shaped houseboat couch. Now the couch usually went on rotations every other summer. The back of an old grocery receipt in the kitchen drawer kept record. It always flipped between you and your brother (the obvious arrangement), you and Izuku (the calmest arrangement) your brother and Katsuki (the corresponding option to everyone’s favorite option), and the most frequent option: Izuku and Katsuki. So their current enthusiasm was understandable, “Enjoy it while it lasts. I don’t know what we’re gonna do next year when the other L/Ns arrive with their cute little family.” In front of you Izuku gasped, scraping the sides of the hallway with his luggage, “That’s right! Shota-Kun and Mei have a little baby baby now.” In front of him Katsuki ducked into their shared room, “with a newly manifested quirk.” “oh yeah, what is it again y/n?” Izuku asked following Katsuki. You filed into the room across from them, door wide open as a chorus of zippers started unpacking, “well, it sounds like it may be some form of x-ray like my dad.” You clicked your tongue, chucking your bathing suits into a drawer. “Although we’re not really sure yet. That’s why they’re all together right now, to figure it out.” Izuku hummed from the other room, “I think it’ll be super cool to see if it’s the same quirk.” “Totally! Although Mei’s animal communication quirk with my brothers lasers makes it anyone’s best guess.” “They’ll figure out the squirts quirk eventually,” Katsuki grunted, “if they don’t send us over. Nerd and I can figure it out.” you hummed, “ Shota told me they’ll invite you over to come visit Yuto anyway, but the way it’s been going they might could use some professionals on the job.” “We’d love that! Right Kacchan?” A resounding set of squeaks followed by silence came from the room. You padded over to their doorframe. “we’re never gonna be able to sleep like this!” Izuku covered his face with a hand muttering, “oh man . . .” “Boys you’re officially the human embodiment of sardines right now.” Katsuki threw his hands up into the air jostling Izuku who just stared at him looking defeated, “nows not the time for er’ sass!”

Drumming your fingers against the wall your smile turned into a frown. Seriously? You hung your head before you shouted, “Hey! Aunties we’re gonna need the couch blankets for this trip after all!” ——— （´-`）.｡oO (real life representation of reader)

You’d heroically sacrificed your room for Izuku and settled into the couch hours ago. Now it was the dark hours of the morning when a captains change would happen. ——— Katsuki went about the boat as quietly as he could. Squeezing sideways through that squeaky-ass door and padding out into the living room where the indoors captain wheel was. he squinted his way around the place. Luckily you kids knew it like the back of your hands. Itd been ages since he’d last been on this boat. Last few summers were just him and Izuku busy doing hero training where here you were hanging out with your family. Going off to college and doing a heck of a lot of academia. You coulda been a hero too if you’d wanted, but ya’ never took an interest to it like him and Deku.

A figure stood up from a chair, “Waters easy, still drizzling out there so you can’t see much.” His dad slapped him on the back with a yawn, “see you in the morning light, son.” Katsuki was one of the best captains out of the collective families bunch. Eventually, he’d learn to pilot the whole thing by staying up late at night with Shota while your fathers whispered as they manned the ship. He’s a hell of a lot better at blackjack from those nights too. Makes hanging out at the bar more manageable with his other annoying friends. He grumbled out a, “Night pops’” before settling into the captains chair. “good to know I can still fit.” “g’d to know what?”

Katsuki turned around in a flash, well now his heart was racing. Damn it. “how’d ya? I was being quiet!” He hissed. you stretched like a kitten underneath an old quilt before curling back up into a ball. you waved a hand, hair falling down against your face, “heard ya’ change with your dad. Hmm, sorry to startle ya’ hero.” His ears turned pink, right. So even as a pro he couldn’t sneak up on you without waking you. So much for those stealth lessons from Aizawa. You wriggled deeper into the blanket, lips barely parting, “everyone back asleep now . . .” he sighed watching the familiar adolescent glint of a retainer in your mouth as your chest lightly rose and fall. A heart pulsing that only you could hear. A whole boat full of 6 different hearts that only you could hear from your hazy dream on the couch. An oceans worth of thumping hearts pulsing underneath the waves. He sighed, steeling his own, he’d forgotten to expect you’d wake up, “goodnight, senior.” in a minute you groaned flipping up onto your forearms to blankly stare at him, “give it a rest ‘suki! And don’t laugh at your own joke. Don’t argue, I can hear it! Your heart picked up, you thought it was funny.” Katsuki poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He had to admit it was still funny, “alright alright, can’t help that you’re old.” he heard you flop down and flip over, “it’s a few days!” Oh, it was good to be back. “thanks for taking the couch.” “your welcome, you big baby.”

[smilingangel582]

A little sensitive?

I love my alchemist. Hehe so~ um how about something for pretty boy... and we know him and kaeya are legendary thing to be true! Aaaand yup my second one...here I come!

Monstadt was calm as ever, the beautiful scenery just dares him to produce a much valiant painting than itself, Albedo doubts he could challenge such divine beauty.

Dragonspine became colder recently, the traveller was nowhere to be found but he suspected his whereabouts in Sumeru probably, Klee was being kept in confinement by Jean as a punishment for her mischief.

Sighing softly, he didn't find any inspiration he could make use of. All the more reason for him to go to windrise. However, leaving his pencil aside, he watched the sun gently rest on the clouds closer to sun down but had all the time in the world to be tucked in.

"I was wondering where you were, chief alchemist?"

The voice startled Albedo, and he snapped back at the cavalry captain Kaeya, who gleamed over him with a grin, "You appear a bit distressed. Did I frighten you?"

Albedo quickly regained his composure by clearing his throat, letting his expressionless face glower at him instead, "I highly doubt that's frightening... after all I'm not that vulnerable,"

"Was that a challenge, dear alchemist?"

Sensing mischief in his tone, Albedo lowered his sketchbook only to rise up to face him. Not exactly tall, but he tried to show his pride to the maximum height he was determined to elevate. Kaeya snickered, now running a hand through his hair. "My, if only I knew what made you waver..."

Albedo felt relieved and triumphed. He shrugged now, looking back at the horizon that was still bright blue and barely sundown.

"Care to answer what brings you here, Kaeya?" He said through the corner of his glance, though he saw only the build of the man.

"Good question!" Smiling brigtly Kaeya clapped his hands like a child, "I was here to see you that is,"

Albedo was caught off guard by this gesture, biting his lip he continued to avoid his eyecontact with the captain. Nevertheless Kaeya saw right through him.

"Was that a blush?"

"Pardon?"

Kaeya bit back a chuckle, "Oh, don't tell me that your ears are red because of the sunset... though it's barely closing in,"

Albedo shrugged back, coming back to his colour now, "Honestly, Kaeya, I worry about you sometime... being this incompetent,"

"Now that's just sad..." Kaeya locks an arm around Albedo's waist, pulling him close to him, "we're fellows of the knights of favonius... be kinder to me..."

This similarly made Albedo panic, but he unintentionally squirmed under him, gritting his teeth. "Kaeya... stop..."

Kaeya felt another urge to trail a finger up Albedo's side. This, however, earnes him a stronger reaction than the one he expected.

"Oh...? Did you just... squeak?"

It's more visible how flustered Albedo was, shoving him at his chest, Albedo wriggled free.

"K-Kaeya, stop, we're grown men so -no! Stop it!"

Seeing Kaeya lunge at him, Albedo jumped to the side, hugging his own body defensively, "Don't!"

Kaeya raised his eyebrows in amusement. He wiggled his fingers very gently at the air, "Does this bother you dear Mr. Kreidprinz?"

Groaning Albedo shrank back, still uneasy by Kaeya's playfulness. "No... just... stop your childish -hehey!"

Kaeya snuck close to him and grabbed his sides. This made Albedo flush instantly and then made a failed attempt to suck in a giggle of surprise.

" There's that rare sound of music..." Kaeya didn't move his fingers just yet. He stayed there for a good couple of seconds, only catching Albedo off guard with the quick grapple of a more weak spot than the sides. Still not wiggling them.

"Hey!"

Albedo grabbed his wrists now, pushing them away, but Kaeya caught him instantly to pin him down. Albedo widened his eyes as he was close to a breaking point when theh started moving. Locking his lips and glueing his sides together, he couldn't hold it in much longer. Silent giggles sputtered from his lips. Wherever Kaeya went to was bad, but that was until he tickled the backs of his ribs, a rather unique place indeed to be sensitive.

"Ohoho my gahahad.... stohohop!' Albedo thrashed, the dam breaking quickly. Kaeya laughed at this, shaking his head. "Look at this beautiful face... you should smile more... you look so sweet, " addind significantly by tickling under his chin, his neck scrunching down, "and cute,"

His pale cheeks heated up at that but made no attempt to say anything, just struggling to push the taller man off him. Kaeya slowly ceaded his attack but temporarily, and Albedo gasped for breath once he got a well-deserved break. He had too greedy breaths and now realising how much air he needed from such a weak session of tickling.

"So... what's it gonna take for you to admit this weakness?"

Albedo stared at him, speechless about this question. He eyed Kaeya's exposed sides now, thinking about retaliating to toss the attention way from him. Grasping the chance, he slowly attempted but then yelped when Kaeya poked his rib, his arms collapsing back hide his own spots. He giggled, "Sohohorry!... IHihi ihihi trihihihieeed! Gah -hahaha nohoho...!"

"Try harder next time. You're too ticklish for this, Bedo..." he poked him again, and Albedo whined."ok... juhuhst stohohop!"

"What do you say~?" Kaeya teased, Albedo blushed hard now, "um... I am weak to... to..."

"To...? Need help?" Albedo flinched at the wriggling fingers in front of him. He chuckled as he shut his eyes tightly, "ok! Ok, I am weak to tickling!! Nohow stahap!"

Kaeya smiled now, "alright Prince... rest easy, I'm done..."

"In all ways... I don't like u!" Alebdo coughed as he glared at Kaeya.

"Your smile and giggles were too contagious," Kaeya genuinely smiled at that. The chief alchemist ruffled His own hair now promptly shy by this gesture.

"You are so bold sometimes"

But he was smiling softly.

[whimsicallyreading]

(Masterlist)

His Wings-

Hunt loves his wings, but he hates all that having them entails.

In the air, they feel like freedom. The ability to escape, to glide over the crowded streets of Lunathion and see the world from a different perspective. On the ground? They are an ultra hassle.

Each feather acted as a nerve receptor straight to his spine. People know better than to touch an angel’s wings, will even actively make space for them in crowded areas. Especially his, as no one is ever in the mood to have the Umbra Mortis at their throat.

That didn’t stop it from occasionally happening, a shoulder would brush against them and send a shock through his body. A piece of debris caught in his feathers. Chairs squished them uncomfortably against his back.

Not to mention Hunt has had them cut from his body twice and blown off once.

It’s safe to say he’s thoroughly touch adverse.

So when Bryce reaches around and tugs a wing over her body like a damn blanket the rush of warmth that washes over him makes no sense.

It’s not even pleasure. Just an overwhelming contentedness at seeing her tucked under his wing like he’s a freaking mother goose.

She perks up at his scowling face and gives him that insufferable little smile that drives him crazy, “What? It’s softer than any blanket we own and its right here.”

Hunt can’t help the little grin when she says our blankets. That acknowledgement that this was his home now as well. “So that’s why you keep me around? I’m conveniently hot?”

He’s noticed in the evenings when they got home from work and watched their trash TV together that she snuggled particularly close. Her bed had a thousand different blankets on it, so it didn’t surprise him Bryce saw his wings as portable, plush throws.

What did surprise him was that he didn’t mind a damn bit.

“No. You cook really well, too.” Bryce laughs, the tips of her little fangs flashing in the TV light and Hunt has to resist the urge to kiss her right then.

Instead, he pulls her closer to his side and wraps his wing around them tighter. The sigh of satisfaction she gives is enough to melt him. “I think, you just like being close to me.” Hunt whispers into Bryce’s ear.

She nuzzles her cold nose into his shoulder and a tuft of red hair stick to his face. Hunt thinks she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “You aren’t wrong.”

He’s not wrong. Hunt kisses the side of her head.

He’s. Not. Wrong. Bryce bobs up and pecks his lips before burrowing back into her feathery nest.

He’s the Shadow of Death. A harbinger of misery and destruction. The failed general. An omen of ruin.

Yet this brave, stupid female looks at him like he’s the the sun. Better yet? She looks at him likes he’s just a male. A friend. Someone worth caring about.

Bryce wants him around.

Hunt wishes he could go back to himself all those years ago, when he was being dissected in the asteri’s dungeons, or playing his part as Sandriel’s dog, and show him the pictures on his phone. Pictures of his life with Bryce.

Bryce who was waiting for him before either of them ever knew it.

Those years would have flown by if he knew. He would have felt a lot lighter. Because everything he did was worth it now that he knew Bryce was at the end waiting for him.

Even if she used his wings like her personal quilt.

“You are lucky that I love you,” Hunt says quietly with a dopey-ass smile on his face.

“I am.” She says right back, even as her eyelids droop with sleep. “I really am.”

Together, they fall asleep on the couch with a wolf couple making out on the screen. Hunt will wake the next day with a crick in his neck and his right wing numb. Bryce will complain his shoulder is too hard and that if bruised her face.

Then the next evening they will do it again.

Hopefully on a bed this time instead of the couch. Because Bryce was his northern star and he would follow her. Whether it be into battle or through the daily monotony of modern life.

Because no matter where they were, or what they did, she lit up his life like no one else had before.

Okay, this may be the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy the break from my usual angst 😂

Remember prompts for this are open! If you would like to be added to a CC tag list just let me know!

[dukeofnone]

Strawberry Love <3

[haiq-trash]

Nothing But Good Times

"I hate this party my friend dragged me to so I rant about it to this cute guy ends up suprising me..." AU

(Repost from my old acc)

Type: Comedy(?)/Romance

Word Count: N/A

He was so bummed out and bored. Sitting in a loud, noisy and fairly boring house party. His dear old friend Sugawara had dragged him along but Kageyama couldn't stand being here.

That was till the cute orange haired guy walked over to him, two red cups in hand.

"Hey! Having fun tonight?" He asked him in a shouting voice trying to be heard over the pounding music.

Kageyama grabbed the drink and scoweled, "No not at all"

The ginger boy raised a eyebrow at him, "Why?"

Kageyama, now with some liquid valor began to rant away.

"Well for starters the music sucks"

The ginger boy got closer to him as he motioned the DJ to lower the music.

Kageyama continued ranting by the side of the stair case. The ginger boy listening every so attentively.

"There are no activities, the house is way to small for a party this size. Whoever decided this was a fun way to plan a party needs to actually be invited to a fun one."

The ginger boy nodded his head, smiling at Kageyama. Kageyama was about to ask the cutie for his name when Sugawara came over and swing his arm over the ginger's shoulder.

"Kageyama I see you've met Hinata! Tell him what a fun party he's hosted!"

Kageyama paled as he turned to Hinata. The boy he had been complaining to about the party itself.

Kageyama's blood ran through him, pumping with embarrassment. Had he just ruined his chances with the cute ginger?

Hinata smiled at Suga, "Oh I think he has told me!"

Sugawara nodded and in a moment was whisked away by a crowd of people dancing limbo.

Kageyama coughed into his hand as he began to scramble for a apology.

Until Hinata interrupted him, "Well I know I might not know how to plan a party according to you, but I'm pretty good at planning a date."

Kageyama turned red as he scoffed, "We'll see about that"

"How about I prove you wrong next week? Friday?"

Kageyama shrugged, "I'll need your number to file a complain."

Hinata smiled as he passed him his phone, Hinatas number on the screen. Kageyama turned reddish.

Their hands lingered on one another as the phone was passed. Hinata walked up to Kageyama, tip toed and kissed his cheek. Kageyama felt his blood burn.

"Thanks for being my favorite guest, see ya."

An with that Hinata was whisked away by the crowd of people chanting his name. Kageyama tentivly touched his cheek and a small smile graced his face.

Looking down on his phone he began to type.

Me: [Okay maybe your party wasn't that bad, jury's still out on the date though.]

Hinata: [♡ I promise nothing but good times]