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[ryver-styx27]

Heyy... So I did something.

I MADE ANOTHER FIC! It's a winged Grace one because... I love those and there aren't enough. It's Bloodymary (obviously), but Simon was actually in Erid before Grace! Here's the link.

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

Hehehe I'm so excited!!! Lemme know how you like it, I'll try to update both my fics consistently, but this one is gonna be mostly fluff to help with the sheer amount of angst in my other one.

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Silkwingfluffic!

Silkwingfluffic: A gender under the fluffic gender system related to Silkwings and fluff, fluffy Silkwings, being a Silkwing and being fluffy, or anything else involving fluff and Silkwings.

Coined as a request for @princeofthedark!

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[sillytek]

Arofluffic

[Plain text: Arofluffic]

A gender under the fluffic gender system related to aromanticism and fluff, fluffy aromanticism, being aromantic and being fluffy, or anything else involving fluff and aromanticism

[Plain text: A gender under the fluffic gender system (link) related to aromanticism and fluff, fluffy aromanticism, being aromantic and being fluffy, or anything else involving fluff and aromanticism]

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　Tennafluffic　⁸>[^)]

　and　Monstennafluffic

∗ Tennafluffic — a gender under the -fluffic system, related to Tenna from Deltarune and fluff, fluffy Tenna, being Tenna and being fluffy, or anything else involving fluff and Tenna. ∗ Monstennafluffic — a gender under the -fluffic system, related to Monster Tenna from the Undertale AU and fluff, fluffy Monster Tenna, being Monster Tenna and being fluffy, or anything else involving fluff and Monster Tenna.

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[bokettochild]

Through The Keyhole, See Another Life

Inspired by the giant flannel I've been wearing for the last week and how happy it makes me. This popped into my head at work because of it so.... here you go!

Fandom: Linked Universe

Characters: Time, Legend Four

Words: 1,954

Rating: Gen

Summary: The Chain are visiting the ranch, and while most of the other boys are finishing their chores, Time stumbles across Four introducing Legend to one of his guilty pleasures.

"Four, no." 

Time glances up at the very firm voice echoing down the stairs. He’s not sure if the boys even know he’s come back to the main house yet, not with the guest room being on the backside of the house and unable to see the door and all. Usually, someone would have noticed the sound of the door opening, but all the other boys are outside with Malon, helping with the chores while their smithy and veteran rested inside. 

The battle in his world had been a hard one, and as much as fairies and potions can do, they seemingly can’t prevent Legend’s chronic pain or Four’s migraines, both of which had been worsening for days even before arriving at the ranch. Malon, naturally, had insisted that both boys be allowed to sleep in today, and given they’d still been curled up tight in bed, tense and stressed even while asleep, he’d been inclined to agree.  

It appears they’re awake now though, no doubt having found the breakfast laid just inside the door of their room for them, since no one had known if either would be willing to risk the stairs to find something while the rest of them were outside working. Still, he’d probably better check. He's been a bit worried about the two, and now that Malon has ordered him inside (he honestly wasn’t kicked that hard! The cows are just big!) he has plenty of time on his hands while the rest of his boys finish their assigned chores under his wife’s guidance. 

“Why on earth not?” The smithy’s voice is a bit higher as it trails down the stairs to where he’s shucking off his boots and stretching out his back, feeling every one of his years, even the ones that technically didn’t happen. 

Legend’s sigh is audible even through the floorboards, a soft groan probably accompanying a motion. “Because I don’t want to get in trouble?” 

There’s a part of time that wants to snort at the words; the two heroes sound like children arguing about pulling a prank on their parents, but then the fact that he and Malon would be said parents in that situation hits him and it’s not as funny. Additionally, these are teen heroes, the idea that Legend is wary about it means whatever Four wants to do is either very dumb, very silly, or very dangerous, and he’s not sure which is the worse scenario. 

He moves for the stairs, ears tuned closely to the door above, but feet quiet so they won’t hear him coming. 

“I do this all the time, it’s nice! Come on, you’d love it if you let yourself.” 

Okay then, less a worry, he pauses, listening. They’d probably resent that, but he’s curious now, and still a bit wary. He has to remind himself that Legend and Four are, in fact, two of the more level headed heroes- most of the time. At any rate, they’re usually pretty responsible, so even if he’s more used to Wild and Wind and (Hylia help him) Warriors, he really shouldn’t doubt them so much. 

“Yes,” the bed upstairs creaks, “but you’re you. I’m me. There’s a big difference in how they’d react to you doing this- heck, Twilight would probably think it’s cute from you, and Sky definitely would-” definitely not dangerous then, or risky, or likely to cause damage of any sort “-but it’d be a whole different story with me.” 

“You’re just scared to try.” Four taunts, headache clearly gone. 

The bed creaks, like someone’s flopped on it. “Four, I am in too much pain to sit through Twilight chewing me out for being an ‘asshole’ again.” There’s a tick in the vet’s voice, a small hitch on the offending title. Come to think of it, his pup does tend to call the vet that pretty frequently. 

Four doesn’t pause though, continuing his insistence on...whatever he’s insisting. “Then don’t touch Twilight’s things, he can’t be mad on someone else’s behalf.” 

“He is.” Legend clips back. “frequently.” 

Does his pup really chew the vet out that much? 

“Blame me,” the smithy suggests, off-handed.” 

The bed creaks again, a longer one, most likely as it’s resident shifts to face the smithy. He can imagine the deadpan tired stare and heavy sigh that likely touches their young vet’s face. “That’s the definition of an asshole move.” 

“Then let me say it was my fault.” 

“Again, you’re different. They‘d excuse it from you, but as a person with my own free will, they will blame me for-” 

“Oh stop being a stick-in-the-mud!” Four huffs, petulant almost. He must be in one of his more childish moods, no doubt Red’s fault. It happens from time to time when they’re in a safe place and the smithy isn’t constantly around the other heroes. He didn’t think Legend would be allowed to see it, but maybe he’s wrong about that, because the smithy’s voice definitely has picked up the mannerisms of his more emotional aspect. “Just take this and put it on!” 

Are they....is Four trying to get Legend to play dress up of some kind? 

“Is that Time’s?” It’s hesitant, guarded, wary.  

“He won’t mind, or notice either, I expect. He never does.” 

Is Four getting into his things without his knowing? Since when? Time’s feet start back up the stairs again, only to pause once more at the vet’s hesitant voice. 

“You sure he won’t crucify me or something?” 

Malon’s going to kill him. That’s the impression he’s giving these younger heroes? 

“Just do it,” Four huffs, “stop being a baby.” 

And of course, insulting Legend is no way to get him to make the smart decision, whatever it is they're on about. He sets up the stairs again, creeping to the door of the guest room once he's reached the second floor and peeking around the door frame. The door’s still shut, but it’s little trouble to turn the handle ever so slowly and push it open enough to see what’s going on inside. 

He’s not expecting what he sees. 

Four is standing in the middle of the room, Sky’s embroidered undershirt hanging off of him like a rather short dress as he stares at the vet who’s still sitting on the bed where Time had left both of them early this morning. The vet, in turn, has similarly shed his own sweaty clothes, which he can see tossed over a nearby chair, and the pink-haired teen is currently drowning in what he recognizes to be one of his own tunics. The collar isn’t laced yet, but the vet is currently yanking at it to stop it trying to slip off a shoulder, struggling though because the sleeves of the outfit seem to have utterly swallowed his hands. 

Four giggles. Red is definitely fronting, although the smile he sees on the smith’s face is more like Green’s. “Let me help.” 

  “It’s just the sleeves,” the other boy huffs, “I got it.” He doesn’t. 

Time finds himself stifling a chuckle as he watches the vet fumble and fuss, switching between trying to free his hands and trying to tighten the collar. Any worries that the two were up to anything nefarious have long since vanished, although his will to see what they’re doing hasn’t. 

They look like actual kids like this, Four decked out in stollen finery and Legend drowning in Time’s own clothes, much too big for him, to the point that with the next attempt to free his hands, long sleeves flap freely and loose in an effort of some sort (he can only presume) to make them fall down naturally. That effort though is quickly forgotten, the vet’s face loosening, softening somewhat, eyes wide as he pauses and then tentatively flaps the sleeves again. Four giggles, and Legend’s chuffing laughter follows it as he grins as his trapped hands and the excess fabric that shakes and snaps with his quick movements. 

“Welcome,” the smithy sounds, “to the wonders of over-sized clothes. You’re welcome.” 

“I hate you,” Legend sighs, but there's not a bit of actual malice in the words as he flops back against the pillows on the bed, seemingly having given up on trying to fit into Time’s clothes and instead accepting his fate. The boy’s face screws up a moment later in confusion though, and he lifts a hand to his face again with a frown, sniffing slightly at the shirt sleeve. 

Time desperately, desperately hopes that Four didn’t steal that from his travel bag or dirty laundry. Except, he must not have, because Legend’s face softens again, this time into a smile, and he curls up a bit, burying his face in the fabric with a little hum that is strangely out of place for the harsh veteran they all have come to know. More so though, is the way Legend rubs his face across the fabric, ears flapping. It’s strangely adorable. 

“Nice?” Four is definitely gloating. 

Legend’s face rises for a moment out of the sleeves, a whole different person than Time knows, bitter-sweet smile and flushed cheeks. “’t smells like home.” 

Something in his chest clenches violently. 

There’s no such reaction from the smith though, who just looks pleasantly surprised, but nods it off with a smile, moving a bit closer and settling on the bedside, careful not to stir it and earning a brief look of thanks from the vet who is, now that he looks, still a bit pale and carrying tension around his shoulders and eyes. “Really?” 

“Yeah” violet eyes fall down to stare at long sleeves, hand flapping slightly inside again, but not enough to do more than make the fabric shift and shuffle a bit. “Time must use the same aftershave as-” a pause, a twitch of the face into a frown. “It’s a familiar scent.” 

It’s also a new one. Malon had got it for him for their wedding anniversary last year. He forgets what she called it, but she loves it, so he does too. On the road, it hardly matters what he smells like, but it makes him think of her and, like the captain says, it’s good to do small things for yourself even when traveling and fighting and struggling. Life’s not much worth living if it’s all harsh and you deny yourself even the small joys accessible to you. For him, that joy is remembering how his wife beams and showers him with kisses once he’s fresh faced again, but in the room before him, it can also mean stealing your team-mates' too big clothes and curling up in them when you aren’t feeling your best. 

The smile that pulls across his face as Legend rolls over to face Four better, curled up tightly in himself as the smithy laughs about something, both looking peaceful, is also one of those things. 

For a moment, a precious, fleeting moment, he can almost forget the two boys in the bedroom across from his own are heroes who have to save the world. Instead, he can almost imagine them waking up there and joining farm chores every day. No pain brought on by whatever these two have faced would exist in such a world and instead they’d be free to run wild around the barnyard, racing to finish chores or pulling pranks and making mischief like boys their age should be doing. 

It’s a nice picture, and not even properly bitter-sweet, even though he knows it can’t be, because they're still there in front of him, peaceful and content and chattering quietly, one of his boys curled up in his shirt and the other in Sky’s, both discussing scents and colognes and what smells signal home. 

[i-miss-balthazar]

It happened so fast - one second Dean was just standing in front of the impala talking to Cas, the next second Cas’s lips were on his. The worst part was, despite him desperately wanting to, he didn’t kiss back. He was frozen with shock. As Castiel drew away, the angel avoided Dean’s gaze. Dean’s jaw hung open as his brain struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Unfortunately, in his stunned silence, Castiel saw disgust, and with a flutter, he was gone. Suddenly, Dean could move again, as a wave of horror hit him. Oh god, what had he done? The one thing he had been craving for so long... and Cas thought he didn’t want it. How could he be so stupid? Why couldn’t he have said anything? Why couldn’t he have kissed back? Dean felt like an idiot or an absolute asshole. Now Castiel was probably thinking that Dean hated him for that. Just as quickly as his heart had begun to soar when Castiel’s lips pressed against his, Dean’s heart fell back to earth. He had just ruined it. Their first kiss, and he ruined it. He knew he needed to talk to Cas... but what the hell was he going to say?! With a sigh, Dean headed into the impala to drive, in hopes it would calm his mind.

It didn’t.

It must’ve been an hour before Dean made his way back to the motel where him and Sam were staying. Sam had stayed back to research while Cas and Dean went to check things out... Castiel was probably in there right then, telling Sam about what they had found. Dean parked the car, unsure whether or not he was ready to face Castiel. He was so ashamed of himself; he had hurt Cas. How could he? Sucking in a deep breath, he opened the door. He knew he’d have to face Cas sooner or later. He was merely delaying the inevitable.

Dean hesitated once more as his hand rested on the motel door knob. He could hear two voices inside. One undoubtedly belonging to Castiel. Shutting his eyes, Dean sighed softly, before turning to door handle and entering the room. Sam was in the middle of explaining something to Castiel, so he only gave Dean a quick nod of acknowledgement. Cas on the other hand... he turned his full attention to Dean, his sad blue eyes burning into Dean’s forest green ones. Dean wished he could unsee the heartache that lingered within those ocean pools. This was a mistake, he shouldn’t be there. Awkwardness hung in the air between them so thick you could almost see it. 

“I’m going for a drink.” Dean mumbled, dropping the duffel bag on the nearest bed before turning and heading back to the car without looking back. He didn’t want to see that look in Castiel’s eyes again. He fired up Baby once more, and drove to the local Gas ‘n Sip, grabbing a pack of beer before starting to drive once more. He drove until the town ended, and the road was surrounded by trees, before pulling over and sitting on the hood of the impala with a beer in hand. Self loathing piled in Dean’s gut as he mentally relived the moment. What was wrong with him? He had been trying to work up the courage to kiss Cas for a long time, but when Cas managed to do it, all he could do was FREEZE? What-- Dean’s thoughts were cut off by the sound of a flutter. He shut his eyes tightly, summoning every ounce of courage he had to face the angel. 

“Dean...” Cas rumbled, his eyes not rising to meet Dean’s. Dean didn’t speak, not wanting to mess things up further. “I came to apologize.” He continued. Dean frowned, sliding off the hood of the impala and putting his beer down. “I shouldn’t have... done that. Or I at least should’ve asked firs-” 

Dean couldn’t listen to Castiel beat himself up over it anymore, so he shut him up in the best way possible; with a kiss. A sigh of relief escaped Castiel, separating their lips slightly before Dean hungrily shut the distance again. Warm hands reached out, resting on Dean’s waist. Dean melted into the touch, wrapping his own arms around Castiel to secure him into the kiss. 

After a drawn out moment, Cas draws away, the smile on his face bright enough to light up the night sky. Admiration glittered in Dean’s eyes as he gazed at the angel. 

“Dean...” Cas began, clearly searching for a way to fill the silence. 

“Just shut up and kiss me.” Dean chuckled, craving more of Castiel’s intoxicating touch. Gladly, Castiel joined their lips once more.

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