#short fic

[youradenosinetriposphate]

The Evil Ring

{JingShu}

SUMMARY: A fancy party the elite must partake in. Children from the Great Families are of no exception. In this luxurious hall, Jingshan bumped into an interesting one.

Mutters in relation to business. Words of reassurance. Blatant solicitations. Sounds of wine glasses meeting each other. Suits and dresses. All states the importance of this event.

As if.

To Jingshan it is but a way to monopolize on each other's weakness. Although, he is not against it in any way, the fact that it is mandatory...is quite a headache.

Thus, here he found himself. Walking in this expensively-made hallway. Wine glass already discarded. His father said that he is still young, yet he felt like an old man. Slowly withering away listening to those who are incapable.

"Crap! Hey! Move!" The sudden aggressive tone slightly caught him by surprise. He focused his attention on what is in front of him.

Ha....he shouldn't have been in dazed, but...

Green eyes met his own seemingly hollowed out ones. Blond hair, and windows full of life....pushing a cart with so much force but somehow not being able to pull it away from Jingshan's direction?

"Moveee! The floor is slippery! I can't stop!"

Oh...but...instead of side-stepping like what he could most definitely do, he didn't..

So they bumped, or rather, the younger man crashed into him with so much force that he got tackled to the ground.

"Ugh!" A groan left Han Shu's mouth.

With the younger on top of Jingshan—who seems unbothered, the cart just tilted and eventually fell just a few inches besides the two.

'How odd.' Jingshan thought. He saw the gold ring around the blond's neck. A power. Why did he struggle to walk in the hallway? He glanced at the bundle of blond hair, the body that weighed his chest and the rest of his own. As well as the traditional Chinese clothing and that distinctive familiar features.

"From the Han?"

As if he was brought back to life, hearing his surname, Han Shu immediately scurried to stand up. But...he slipped and fell backwards instead.

"Ow." Han Shu rubbed the back of his head.

Jingshan stood up, glancing at the younger, who in return, after cursing himself, gave him a cheeky smile.

His blank expression analyzed the other. It took him only a second, before he sighed.

He is screwed, isn't he?

[yetanotheraspiringwriter]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Dresden Files - Jim Butcher Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Dresden/Karrin Murphy Characters: Karrin Murphy, Harry Dresden, Maggie Dresden Additional Tags: Motherhood, Fatherhood, Emotional Baggage, Healing Summary:

Karrin Murphy is taking Maggie Dresden to her first Karate Tournament. During which, Karrin begins to do some reflection.

[notfoundmichelle]

Hairless Ace

Asahi x Reader

Summary: On a brutally hot and humid July day in the Karasuno gym, a miserable Asahi jokes about buzzing off his signature hair to beat the heat. WC: 661

Rating/Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: First time ever posting something like this cause my friend said I should definitely do it.

The humidity in the air was so thick you could practically chew it. Inside the Karasuno gym, the heat had reached a level of disrespect that shouldn’t be legal.

Asahi was currently slumped against the cooling fans, his usual man-bun looking more like a damp bird's nest. His jersey was plastered to his back, and he was fanning himself with a stray clipboard, looking like he was one minor inconvenience away from evaporating entirely.

"I can't do it," Asahi groaned, his voice reaching that specific pitch of dramatic despair. "I think the heat is actually melting my brain."

You handed him a frozen water bottle, which he immediately pressed against his forehead with a whimper of relief. "It’s just July, Asahi. We still have August to get through."

Asahi let out a long, suffering sigh, eyes drifting toward the equipment room mirror. He reached up, tugging at the hair ties that held his signature locks in place. "That's it. I’ve decided. It’s too hot to have this much hair."

He looked at you, a mischievous (and very dehydrated) glint in his eye. "I think I'm just gonna buzz it all off. Graduation is coming up anyway. A fresh start. No more buns, no more headbands. Just... aerodynamic Asahi."

The silence that followed was deafening.

You didn't laugh. You didn't even blink. Your brain simply hit a physical "Emergency Stop" button. The water bottle in your hand hit the floor with a dull thud.

"You're going to what?" your voice was dangerously low.

Asahi blinked, his smile faltering. "Uh, buzz it? You know, like Tanaka? It would be so much cooler—"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT."

You stepped into his personal space, your finger hovering inches from his chest. The heat exhaustion was gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated adrenaline. "Asahi Azumane, if you so much as look at a pair of clippers, I will personally stage a coup. Do you have any idea what you’re saying? That hair is a national treasure. It is a landmark. It is the eighth wonder of the Miyagi Prefecture!"

"Wait, it was just a joke!" Asahi squeaked, backing away until his shoulders hit the wall. "I was kidding! Mostly!"

"'MOSTLY' IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" you yelled, attracting the attention of the entire team. Nishinoya and Tanaka stopped mid-drill to watch the carnage.

"You think you can just shave off those luscious locks because of a little humidity?" you continued, pacing back and forth like a high-court prosecutor. "People spend fortunes on products to get that volume! You have the mane of a lion, the silhouette of a literal samurai, and you want to look like a giant thumb?!"

"A giant thumb?!" Asahi looked genuinely hurt, clutching his hair protectively.

"Yes! A very tall, very anxious thumb!" You grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him slightly. "Do you realize the emotional toll that would take on me? On the fans? On the world? If that hair goes, the Ace energy goes. Is that what you want, Asahi? To be a hairless Ace?!"

Asahi’s face was now a vibrant shade of crimson that had nothing to do with the summer heat. He looked over your shoulder to see Suga doubling over with laughter and Daichi nodding solemnly in agreement with your points.

"Okay! Okay!" Asahi held up his hands in surrender. "The hair stays! I promise! No buzzing! I’ll just... I’ll buy more ice packs! Please stop looking at me like I’ve committed a crime!"

You took a deep breath, smoothing down your shirt and regaining your composure instantly. "Good. I'm glad we could have this rational discussion."

You picked up his water bottle and handed it back to him. "Now, go put some more cold water on your neck. You’re clearly delirious from the sun."

Asahi watched you walk away, still trembling slightly. He reached up, gingerly touching his ponytail.

"Note to self," he whispered to a snickering Nishinoya, "never, ever joke about the hair. My life depends on it."

@dearnoly

[jonogueirawrites]

Cursed.

A short Kuchiki Byakuya fic.

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He was known for being many things.

Disciplined, authoritarian, skilled, noble and the most common of them all

cold-hearted.

But in reality he described himself as

cursed.

That was it.

No denying it.

Once he had gone against his family's wishes and given his heart to someone who taught him about

more

more than duty, more than nobility

Love.

And then she was gone. Taking with her his heart and his soul.

Again he tried. Against his better judgement he watched as the ambers in his being slowly but surely and shyly took the first steps to come to life.

She had come unannounced. Unwanted.

Little by little she took his hand in hers and in the mundane of things mended his heart with a patience he never knew existed.

She gave him space when not even he knew he needed.

She gave him understanding when he thought it wasn't necessary.

She gave him smiles that conquered his dreams.

She gave him herself without asking for anything.

She waited for him without judging.

She loved him and unwisely - foolishly - he loved her back

And now that once had become twice.

That twice was laying on the Seireitei's infirmary with his soul in her hand. His presence - their life - locked somewhere in her mind she had lost the key to.

His eyes moved from the open window to the woman starting to stir by his side.

His breath was caught with the thought that maybe today would be the day that she would finally recognize him. Call him by his name in that tone that brightened his days and lightened his troubles.

"Kuchiki-taichō."

His eyes moved once again. From the woman whose eyes showed no recognition of the changes she had done on him to the open window.

Cursed.

That was the word he used to describe himself.

.

.

.

One day I might end this one. The prompt is beautiful and deserves to be treated with utmost care.

But now unfortunately I don't have time to see it grow as it should.

[chikyo-chagi]

STARS Chrisker, sex-repulsed yet biology-fascinated flavor of Wesker.

If Chris is good, Wesker allows Chris to lay next to him in bed, instead of sleeping on the dog bed on the floor. And if Chris is extra good, he allows Chris to touch his arms and feel his wrists and run his fingers over his hands and shoulders and. And.

But Chris has to stay good. He can't get an erection while touching Wesker. And if it happens, don't make Wesker feel that disgusting man-thing.

When he thinks Wesker is asleep, Chris rolls over to the side and jorks it crazy style while imagining his darkest deepest fantasy: vanilla hand-holding missionary with loving eye contact with the dude next to him, perhaps even for the purposes of procreation if he allows himself to delve so far. When he's done, he rolls back over and puts his big gorilla arms over Wesker, his hands crusty with nut, but too tired and needing to feel Wesker breathing.

Wesker's awake, smiling into the pillow. It's nice to candidly observe Chris in his natural habitat.

Chris is ecstatic with this sexless arrangement, at least he gets to smell and feel Wesker, be near him in some way. Chris is a very average dude with a very average libido, he really wants to nut inside the person he loves. It seems incompatible with Wesker's repulsion to humans, and repulsion to human coupling, and repulsion to human fluids. But they make it work ❤️

What I'm saying is that Chris would def let Wesker keep it locked up in a cock cage for just a whiff of that Weskuss and nothing more. And Wesker is so very happy that he can trap this lovely hog with his bare hands 🐷 😺 He might even reward his piggy with something it wants so badly, even if that something seems like disgusting unrefined animal slop to him. It's rewarding to fatten up your pig before you slaughter it.

[acecreamsandwich]

AU where Mike and Will are bestfriends working together at the local Radio Shack during the summer before their Senior year of Highschool. One day a cute guy that's visiting and looking for a pair a headphones comes in because his broke on his bus ride here.

He goes up to Will asking where the headphones are. Mike is on the other side of the counter checking someone out when he notices that Will and the guy are having what looks to be a friendly conversation, Will won't stop smiling or giggling. Mike gets so caught up on looking at what's happening that the customer has to snap their fingers in front of Mike's face:

"Hello, excuse me? My change and items?"

"Oh right, sorry." Mike is flustered. He rushes to give the customer their bag and their two dollars and five cents.

"Have a nice day." Mike looks back over to Will and the mysterious guy's conversation except Will is walking back over to the counter to where Mike is standing.

Will stops in front of the second cash register. "Hey, what was that about?" Mike asks.

"What?"

"What did that guy want? You guys were talking for a while."

"Oh!" Will's cheeks redden slightly. "Yeah, he was just looking for some headphones for his travels. Then he asked about what food spots are good around here since he is visiting and stuff, and-"

Will hesitates.

"And what?"

"He gave me his number and said we should go out to eat sometime while he is here, to show him around, ya know?" Will says, sheepishly.

"Oh-" Mike pauses. "Do you think you'll call him?" Mike asks cautiously.

"I don't know, I mean he's only in town for like a week so what's the point? Although I guess that could be the point because then there's no pressure for anything, it could be fun I guess-" Will rambles on, lost in thought.

Mike stands there watching him, zoning out. He get's lost in thought too.

"Right, yeah." Mike finally says, barely above a whisper. He scrunches his face, brows caving in on have face.

[razziecat]

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

Chapters: 20/? Fandom: Final Fantasy VII, Compilation of Final Fantasy VII Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lucrecia Crescent/Hojo, Elfe/Sephiroth, Vincent Valentine/Veld Characters: Veld; Reno; Hojo; Sephiroth; Elfe; Lucrecia; Scarlet, Cid Highwind Summary:

Ever wonder how certain things in the game's original story came about? Like where did Hojo get a gun? And how did Hojo and Lucrecia decide she should bear the child for their project? Also a little AU in here.