Title: Well, I’ll Be Damned Author:@itswhatimreallythinking Rating: G Prompt: # 4 Word Count: 16k Warning(s)/Content: Getting Together, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Draco in the Muggle world, OMC, Implied violence between friends (not the main pair), Draco Malfoy being an insufferable git, Ron being a clueless idiot, My attempt at humour, It’s not that romantic so don’t expect much Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Summary: You’ve got to be kidding me, Ron thought as he stared at the person behind the till, grey eyes staring back at him. He blinked once, twice, but the image didn’t change. There behind the counter was undoubtedly Draco Malfoy. The Draco Malfoy. He would recognize that ferret anywhere. Ron frowned. He should have known. Waking up early on a day off was never a good thing.
Title: Shells by the Seashore Fandom:Voltron Pairing:Gen Rating: General Audiences Additional Tags: Day at the beach, Walks on the beach, Tide pools, Friendship
Fic Summary: Shiro just needed a moment away from the crowd of the beach party. Thankfully, he has Allura’s help to find some reflection among the tide pools.
This fic was written as a gift for @elegance-and-power for the @paladinsecretsanta2k18 ! Hey, Cloud, sorry this is late! I wound up scrapping it a few times but the end result is something I really enjoy! I hope you enjoy this little piece of beachside bonding!
Too much. It was all too much noise and sound and cheering… He just needed to get some air… Or… whatever it was you excused yourself to go find when you were at a beach party in the middle of the afternoon.
Shiro sighed, giving another glance at the party before turning and heading for the rocky outcropping covered by small, tidal pools. He let himself get lost in the sound of the rolling waves and the small patches of frothy seafoam sighing their last breaths as they faded back into the water.
“Everything alright, Shiro…?” a soft voice came from behind him.
Shiro startled, losing his footing and narrowly avoiding landing on his butt as his foot went straight into the nearest pool. A hand gripped his bicep suddenly and firmly, holding him upright.
“O-oh… Allura… I… didn’t see you…” Shiro offered with a nervous chuckle, standing properly and trying to shake some of the water out of his shoe. “I… yeah, just… needed to catch some air, y’know?”
“Catch the… that seems… kind of a futile thing to do. We’re surrounded by air…” Allura remarked, frowning.
Shiro laughed, shaking his head as the warmth of laughter filled him. Oh… that felt nice. “No… no, it’s just an expression… It just means… I had a lot of my mind and I needed to get away a little bit… To think…”
Allura nodded in understanding, giving a small hum. Shiro was constantly thankful for the way his friends usually managed to know when to speak and when he just needed silent companionship.
“Is… there anything I can do to help?” Allura asked gently.
“Mn… I think I just needed to be away from… crowds for a while? All the bustle… It’s nice out here… calm.”
“I see…” Allura nodded. “Did you want me to leave?”
“…No. No, you can stay,” Shiro said with a smile.
Allura nodded, settling beside Shiro as they wandered between the tide pools.
A while later, Allura spoke up. “Oh! Look at that one!” she said, gesturing to something in the tide pool before scooping up a shiny, curved shell. “Look how shiny it is…”
Shiro blinked at the shell before chuckling with a small smile. “Lance mentioned that you like shiny things…”
“O-oh… he did?” Allura asked, blinking.
“Yeah… He really wants to impress you,” Shiro offered with a smile. “He likes you a lot, you know…”
Allura smiled, picking up another shimmering seashell. “He’s… very sweet… We could get a collection of shells for the castle, you know… decoration?”
“Lance kind of grew on you, huh?” Shiro asked with a knowing smile, fishing out a shell that was a glistening pure black and staring at it with fascination.
“I… I suppose he did…” Allura agreed. “That one looks like Keith… Black and with rather… rough edges…”
Shiro blinked at the shell before barking out a laugh. “I guess it does… He’s not all rough edges, you know… Once you get to know him, he’s… he’s really a sweet person who…”
“Who loves deeper than it seems on the surface?” Allura finished for him, a knowing twinkle in her eye.
“…Yeah,” Shiro nodded with a sheepish smile. “He definitely does do that.”
“…Perhaps we should try to find shells for everyone, ones that remind us of them?” Allura suggested. “Then we can bring them back for everyone?”
Shiro hopped across to another outcropping and paused before nodding, offering a hand out to Allura. “That sounds… that sounds like a really good idea.”
Title: A Safe Place Fandom:Voltron Pairing:Kolivan/Shiro Rating: General Audiences Additional Tags: Sholivan, Galrentines2018, Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff
Fic Summary:Shiro had come to realize that ‘home’ wasn’t a place, it was the feeling of being wrapped up in Kolivan’s arms, the feeling of being able to close his eyes and sleep feeling safe for the first time in who knew how long.
Well I’m a bit late to the party here but here’s my piece for @xblackpaladin for the @galrentines-exchange ! Kolivan/Shiro and the idea of a cuddle puddle just brought this to mind for me. I hope you enjoy this little tidbit of fluff!
The process of getting to know Kolivan had been… a complicated one, to say the least. He was Galra, the very people who had tortured Shiro. But he was also a Blade, the people who were responsible for freeing him. Thace, Ulaz, and countless others had given their lives for the cause of defeating Zarkon and taking down the Galra empire.
In the end, what it came down to was getting to know Kolivan as a person beyond just the mask he wore. But long hours working out the finer intricacies of the Voltron Coalition and their collaborative work with the Blade of Marmora had given them more than enough time to get to know each other one-on-one. What started as strategic meetings planning out mission details often derailed once the important work was done into Shiro lingering for longer than necessary, asking Kolivan things about his life and his upbringing or vice versa. Kolivan always seemed fascinated to learn about Earth. And Shiro was likewise just as fascinated to learn about Kolivan’s childhood bouncing between Galra-occupied planets.
The first time Shiro had found himself in Kolivan’s arms had been purely by accident. Far too tired from hours spent poring over mission reports, he’d lost his footing and tripped only to find himself enveloped in a set of very large arms, pressed solidly against a solid body. Kolivan had told him to be more careful before leading him to his quarters at the temporary base, insisting he needed to rest before attempting the journey home. He wasn’t wrong about that, Shiro had to admit. He’d gratefully taken the offer of a nap.
The next time Shiro found himself in Kolivan’s arms it was when Kolivan had been teaching him how better to use Galra weaponry. According to the Galra man, everything about his posture was simply wrong. And no matter how much Shiro tried, he couldn’t correct his stance in a way that would satisfy him. Shiro had declared that Kolivan should simply “put him where he needed to be” in a fit of frustration. Kolivan had done just that, curling around him and positioning his body with gentle nudges and tugs. Shiro could have sworn he lingered for just a few ticks longer than necessary before he pulled back, telling Shiro to shoot. Kolivan wasn’t wrong, Shiro’s aim improved significantly that day. But he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about Kolivan’s breath against the nape of his neck and the shivers it had sent up his spine.
The third time Shiro found himself in Kolivan’s arms, it was when late night reminiscence about Earth had tipped him over the edge of too many feelings left unprocessed. He couldn’t stop the tears that fell down his face as he lamented the fact that he wasn’t sure he would ever see his home world again. Kolivan’s arms had wrapped around him then, a broad hand stroking at his hair as the Galra man hummed some sort of lullaby that his translator couldn’t quite catch. But the melody was beautiful, lulling him into sleep. When he’d awoken, it was in Kolivan’s bed again, but this time with Kolivan at his side, curled around him and wrapping Shiro up close against him. Shiro lay there for a long few minutes, feeling how small and protected he felt in Kolivan’s arms before he drifted back to sleep.
Incidents like that became more commonplace after that. Once the work that needed to be done was complete, Shiro would often retire with Kolivan to either of their rooms depending where the meeting was held. It had become the new norm that no one on Team Voltron was bothered when Shiro didn’t return until the next morning, having spent the night in Kolivan’s bed, or when Kolivan stumbled groggily out of Shiro’s room in the morning, stopping to wake himself up with a quick bite of food before leaving without a word.
“Are you still homesick, Black Paladin?” Kolivan asked carefully one evening as Shiro lay curled against his chest, listening to his strong heart and steady breaths.
“I…” Shiro frowned, hesitating as he thought through the question. “No… I… I don’t think I am… I… I miss it but… it isn’t where I ache to be anymore.”
“Is there somewhere else you wish to be instead?” Kolivan asked, lifting his head to look at Shiro.
“I… right now I think there’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here, actually,” Shiro answered, feeling Kolivan’s grip tighten slightly around him as a gentle kiss was pressed to the side of his head.
Through everything that had happened, Shiro had come to realize that 'home’ wasn’t a place for him anymore. It was the feeling of being wrapped up in Kolivan’s arms, the feeling of being able to close his eyes and sleep, feeling entirely safe for the first time in who knew how long.
You remember huskin’ corn down in Indiana. Dad was gone a lot that year. Job didn’t pay for shit, but helped you get by when the money was tight. And money was always tight.
You spent fifty cents tryin’ to win your pops a watch out of one of those claw machines. You don’t say ‘I love you’ in families like yours. Practical gifts are permitted. A bottle of beer, a candy bar from the grocery store, given’ your kid brother the last bowl of Lucky Charms.
You didn’t win the watch. You won a medallion instead with an angel on it. Said ‘angels are watching over you’, same thing your mom used to say before she died. You tossed the coin in the river. Used it to make a wish. The angel hears you, but it’s not your time yet. The world isn’t ready for you.
The sun is a star that you can see during the day, and so is Cas, as far as Dean is concerned.
Cas has always been like this, a little different—and not just different from the other angels but different than everyone else. He carved a spot out in Dean’s chest just for himself and made a home there.
Dean used to resent that, fear it, but now he leans in. He doesn’t know what’ll happen tomorrow, how much time he’ll get, but if he’s gonna burn out one day, he’d rather do it happy.
“It’s Patrick’s barely audible sob that tears Jonathan from his awe. A sound of disbelief and thankfulness. A sound of pure elation and love that he can almost taste on his own tongue, a sound that he has to feel with his hands and so he pushes himself upright, brings his body closer, reaches for Patrick: every single bone in his body sighing with longing, with alleviation that he is able to touch him again. With the heartbreaking throbbing pain of six years without him in his chest and the unbelievable bliss that he can finally wipe them from his memory and recover from the dreadful emptiness that is life without Patrick.”
[3] Touching the Sea and Sky: From the Beginning Series
Sparkling Stars Touch the Sea and Sky
Title:[3.2]I Love You Pairing/Relationship:Yamada Ryosuke x Chinen Yuri Chapter Rating:G Collection Rating: NC-17 Warnings:Chapter:None Collection: M/M, NSFW, Explicit Language, Erotica, Public Sex Genre: Romantic fluffy stupid boys in love, M/M Type:Collection
[3.2] I Love You (August 2019, The boys spend a lazy Sunday afternoon browsing Youtube together) JulietAlayne.pink|Tumblr|Wattpad|AO3
PLEASE NOTE:
This is a Yamachii Romance/Home Life and features the boys in a romantic/intimate relationship with one another.
Yuri couldn’t help but smile, glancing down at Ryosuke’s fingers fiddling with the edge of the blanket, his head resting over his heart as they lazed about on a Sunday morning. They had a few things to do later that day, but in this moment, they were able to just relax–chosing to stay in bed as long as possible while surfing Youtube videos.
He couldn’t help but feel warm inside–if someone had told him years ago that he’d be married to his best friend in the whole world, living their own style of a ‘perfect’ life–then he would have told them it was impossible…those things might happen, but there was no way it could happen to him.
At least, he’d thought that–and now here he was, Ryosuke’s head moving ever so slightly to the beat of his own heart, and he couldn’t help it, dropping the controller and wrapping his arms around him to squeeze him tightly.
Ryosuke hummed, pushing against his arms to look up at him, “What was that for?”
Yuri couldn’t really put into words all of the feelings running through his mind, just shrugging, “I just love you.”
Ryosuke lifted up a bit further to press a soft, tender kiss to Yuri’s lips, smiling, “I love you too.”
He shuffled to lay back down, his fingers going back to the edge of the blanket while Yuri grabbed the remote to change the video, pausing for a second at one of the suggested videos on the side of it, knowing full well Ryosuke was going to pitch a fit, but it was in reality all his fault.
He did tell me to control the videos.
Without even a hint of remorse he pushed the play button, and at first, it was pretty clear Ryosuke wasn’t paying a bit of attention but he could tell the moment he realized what was playing, his body stiffening, his fingertips crushing the blanket in his hand, emitting a low growl that sounded suspiciously like “Yuri!”
As the series of “I love you” moments from various concerts through the year played on the tv, Ryosuke jerked upright, trying to grab the remote from Yuri who managed to keep it away from him, squealing, “It’s almost over! It’s almost over!”
Ryosuke huffed, throwing himself down on the other side of the bed as the “I love you” echoed in the background, covering his eyes with his arm to hide from the offending words and performances.
When it finally ended, after what he was fairly certain was at least four years minimum, he flung his arm down to look over at Yuri, “You know how much I hate that–I regret ever making the suggestion–I never thought it would become a 'thing’ at all.”
Yuri laughed softly, “Only you would think that you saying 'I love you’ to a bunch of fans wouldn’t become a 'thing’–you’re so naive.”
“Whatever,” Ryosuke shook his head, rolling over onto his side to look at Yuri, his expression softening, “Do you know why I suggested it?”
“Huh?” Yuri scooched down so his eyes were even with Ryosuke’s, lying on his side to face him as well, “What do you mean?”
“I mean when I suggested to say 'I love you’–do you know how come?”
Yuri blinked, confused, “Ah, you thought it would be cool?”
Ryosuke shook his head, laughing softly, “C'mon, you know me better than to imagine I actually had a burning desire to declare my undying love to the world…”
“That’s…true,” Yuri drew the words out, his mind whirling, “If not that then…”
“It felt like I was saying it to you–like…I know it wasn’t…but…” Ryosuke’s cheeks flamed red, as the memories of the myriad of times he’d said those words rushed through his mind.
Yuri watched him, his eyes wide as he considered the implications of this revelation, “Wait…that was like…I dunno, 2010 or something wasn’t it? That can’t be right!”
Ryosuke couldn’t understand how despite these many years together that Yuri just still couldn’t seem to understand the reality, reaching out to brush his fingertips across his cheek before pulling on his shoulder to make him come closer, “Yuri, I knew the minute I met you–I fell in love with you the second you walked into that room.”
Yuri smiled, shuffling further forward to allow himself to be wrapped in Ryosuke’s arms, his face pressed against his chest, “So, all of those 'I love you’s are…”
“Yours,” Ryosuke whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Yuri’s forehead.
“All mine,” Yuri mused, “That’s a lot of love.”
Ryosuke laughed softly, “I have a lot of love for you.”
“I won’t ever be able to hear you say those words the same way now,” Yuri admitted.
“What do you mean?” Ryosuke drew back to look down at Yuri.
Yuri tilted his head, his eyes soft, “I mean, I just always thought it was fan service, you know, and secretly, as your number one fan, I always liked to pretend that you were saying it to me too. Now, you say it was always mine…so…now it will be striking me straight in the heart anytime I hear it.”
“Good,” Ryosuke couldn’t help but smile, “It always belonged to you, now you can keep it forever.”
Ryosuke reached over to grab the remote off of Yuri’s pillow where he’d abandoned it, “Now, it’s my turn to find something that I can embarrass you with…”
“You won’t find anything, I have never done anything I am ashamed of,” Yuri whispered, shuffling around to press back up against Ryosuke to see the television as well.
“Oh really? That sounds like a challenge to me,” Ryosuke began to think carefully about what he could search for that would be embarrassing for Yuri…drawing a blank, “Why are you like this?”
“Because I’m me,” Yuri said proudly, “And you love me just the way I am.”
He reached back and snatched the remote out of Ryosuke’s hand before he could stop him, pressing the play button to make the 'I love you" compilation play again, shushing Ryosuke when he started to protest, “I’m allowed to enjoy this on an entirely different level now, shut up.”
Ryosuke shook his head, realizing he’d just created a monster…and then reached to drag him even closer, pressing a kiss against his head as he smiled, knowing in his heart that Yuri was absolutely right–he wouldn’t have him any other way.
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The next day, they were filming the Parade ga Hajimaru PV–they’d arrived together, with Ryosuke hanging out with Yuri as they did his hair and makup since he was the first up to be filmed that morning. Yuri was a little surprised by Ryosuke staying–he would usually go off and find a corner to inconspicuously fall asleep in.
Which would inevitably end up on a video thanks to Yutti but still.
When he was nearly done, Ryosuke cleared his throat, pointing to the door to let Yuri know he was going to go on ahead. Yuri did the slight head nod–they were pretty proud of how sly they were…which was a little stupid because no one would think that they were up to anything at all if Ryosuke had just said “I’m gonna go wait in the studio”…but still, inside secrets were a part of their lives, and it paid for them to be always on alert and cautious so they never would slip up when it would really matter. This was certainly going to become something that mattered far more than just merely protecting poeple from finding out about them…no, it was best to handle things in very specific, clear cut ways…
Work was work.
Home was home.
And apart from when one or both of them were wearing white pants in general they were both able to keep those two seperate.
Well…barely…well, they tried–that has to count for something? It was in some ways becoming more and more difficult to keep things neatly divided, and they both knew in the next year the lines were even more likely to become blurred and unclear. It didn’t matter, they both wanted what they wanted together and that was all that mattered–they were blessed enough to be surrounded by people who not only supported them, but helped them conceal and misdirect people away from their relationship.
Yuri was in a wonderful mood, feeling happy and full of joy at all of the beautiful expectations that lay before them, he thanked the makeup artist and the stylist and headed toward the studio.
As soon as Yuri entered the space he saw Ryosuke talking to the people at the sound board, confused, because this wasn’t one of Ryosuke’s projects, he wasn’t really involved in the back end production so he was a little confused by him still not sleeping.
When he was told where to stand and the director instructed him, saying this was really a very short bit–that they were only going to play a tiny random clip just to get him in the zone–and that he didn’t even need to sing along or anything. The goal was to convey feelings–through his expressions and gestures–not to sing the song but to project those feelings to the camera and thus the fans.
Yuri understood, nodding, unpreprared for when the so called “random” clip began to play–knowing full well this was what Ryosuke had been doing at the sound board.
He couldn’t really be sure what feelings he conveyed…whether it revealed how much he loved that dumb boy or how flattered he was by his continual profound declarations throughout their years of surviving their mutual unrequited love. He wondered if the people there could see how much it effected him, how much his hear swelled, to know how loved he was, how cherished he was–how it felt to be loved by the one person in the world you only ever loved…to have that forever? Could they know?
He was careful to avoid looking toward the staff, knowing that there was a good chance that Ryosuke would be standing with them and in that case, it would be all too possible that perhaps his feelings would be entirely too clear, too apparent. Otherwise, he was sure that Ryosuke was glued to one of the video consoles to watch his reaction–either way…he hoped in his heart that what he felt was conveyed to him, because he figured if Ryosuke had spent the last nine years publicly declaring his love for him–then it would be okay if there was a bit of a reflection of that love that could be discovered in this one moment of time in return.
stevetony | after an accident during a battle, tony’s identity as iron man is revealed, and steve doesn’t take it as well as the rest of the avengers; for @lightsonparkave round 33, based on this prompt
They’re in a mission, just as they usually are, and Tony is in the air, flying around as he tries to blast a few drones down and the rest of the Avengers battle on the ground, grunting and screaming and focused. So much so, no one notices the extra robot that’s appeared out of nowhere.
So much so, that the only thing Tony can think about as he falls to the ground, is what did just happen.
Title:Basic Trig Author:Aclet Genre: Friendship, Humor Rating: G Verse: 2012 Characters: Donatello, Casey Jones Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Summary: “So, just to get things straight.” He massages his temples and breathes slowly. “You don’t know what a hypotenuse is, you have never heard of Pythagoras’ theorem and your test is at seven thirty AM, is that correct?”
Title:Donatello’s Duffel Author:hummerhouse Genre: Family Rating: G Verse: 2003 Characters: Donatello, Leonadro, Michelangelo, Raphael Chapters: 1/1 Status: Complete Additional Tags: Original Characters Summary: Don’s duffel bag can be a bit of a nuisance at times, but there is a very good reason for him to carry it everywhere he goes. Rated for minor violence. One shot. 2013 TMNT Fanfiction Competition Winner - 3rd Place Category: Best Donatello.
Title: [Art] Welcome home, Lily Author: Anonymous Prompt: Self Prompted Rating: General Audiences [G] Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Epilogue Compliant: No Who is pregnant: Draco Notes: Originally, this should have been a whole comic based on sassy_cissa’s drabble, but that project just got too big and so I had to put it on hold. Instead, I chose my idea for the final panel and ran with that. So Draco’s pregnancy is now already in the past, and their little bundle of joy gets to come home with them from the hospital. I hope you enjoy the art, even if it’s only a single image now.
Dear Betsy, thank you so much for bringing us another round of this wonderful fest, which has been running for over a decade! You’re just an overall brilliant person, whether it’s as a mod, a writer or a friend Thank you for being so patient with me on top of all of that!!
Thank you also to Tim for his work in the background of the fest, and thank you for being such an amazing, always encouraging friend and letting me dump progress pictures on you out of the blue
Summary: The Potter-Malfoys can finally take their little surprise gift home. This is the card they sent to family and friends to announce the birth of their daughter Lily Jean.
Title: With spring comes new life Artist: Anonymous Prompt: Self Prompted Rating: General Audiences [G] Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Epilogue Compliant: No Who is pregnant: Harry Notes: I want to thank the Mpreg mods who once again managed to host this fest in very crazy times. You’re doing great, thank you so much! Fandom would miss out big if you two weren’t around!
I also want to thank my cheerleaders for keeping me motivated and loving my art. Thank you! You’re the best! Summary: After everything that happened to them, neither Harry nor Draco had dared dreaming of being right where they were now. Happy, in their own house, together, expecting their first child. Life can be perfect after all.
Title: James Regulus Artist:Anonymous Prompt: Self prompt: A quiet moment between Draco and his newly born baby. Art Medium: watercolour pencils. Rating:G Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Epilogue compliant: not in the slightest. Who is pregnant?:Draco Notes: Thank you to my lovely Cheering Squad of I, A, and G. Summary: Draco in St. Mungo’s, a few hours after his baby has arrived. Watercolour art and short additional drabble.
