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Rules

One request per ask.

When something is crossed out, it is no longer available.

These will be short, most likely under 300 words.

Characters, Pairings, and Relationships

(Character) Regulus Black

(Character) Fay Dunbar

(Character) Justin Finch-Fletchley

(Character) Luna Lovegood

(Character) Tom Riddle

(Pairing) Cho Chang/Cedric Diggory

(Pairing) Hermione Granger/Harry Potter

(Pairing) Tracey Davis/Daphne Greengrass

(Pairing) Lucius Malfoy/James Potter

(Pairing) Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley

(Relationship) Black cousins

(Relationship) Sirius Black and James Potter

(Relationship) Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley

(Relationship) Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter

(Relationship) Fred Weasley and George Weasley

Prompts

(AU) Soulmates

(Dialogue) "I regret nothing."

(Dialogue) "Your existence is giving me a headache. go stand over there."

(Location) Diagon Alley

(Location) Hogwarts

(Object) Love letter(s)

(Object) Wand

(Season) Autumn

(Song) "Rolling in the Deep" by Adele

(Spell) Patronus

(Sport) Quidditch

(Trope) Genderbender

(Word) Control

(Word) Impossible

(Word) Stardust

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Fanfiction Writer Ask Game: 3, 6, 17

3. Who is your favorite character to read? To write? 

My favorite character to read is Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf.

My favorite character to write is ... Sirius Black. Though, James Potter is a super close second place.

6. When did you start reading and writing fic?

Oh, wow. Let me think. Uh ... 2005(?) is when I started reading fic. And I started writing fic back in 2008.

17. What are your top 3 favorite tropes of all time? 

Time Travel/Dimension Travel, Coffee Shop AUs, and Murder Husbands.

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What goes into running a pureblood estate?

A lot.

Generally, when I reference a pureblood estate, I mean all of their lands and abodes, both in Avalon and those without.

The Most Ancient Houses are all duchies. I head-canon that they each have a magical village as well as agriculture/magical creatures they are responsible for. (Such as the Blacks raising and breeding Raven-Cloven Sheep.)

Newer magical bloodlines aren't Attributed and don't own estates yet, so they need somewhere to live, which established bloodlines are expected to provide in the form of a magical village.

The magicals who have permission to live on their land are required to abide by any specific laws set for their estate. Breaking said laws can result in total eviction from the estate.

And, of course, the magicals living there pay taxes and such for use of the land.

The estate owners and their family are responsible for maintaining the wards and can offer occupational opportunities as necessary to magicals who live on their land. Though, said magicals can also lease land and shops to create a business.

I imagine that the Potters have vast fields of potions ingredients at Potter Fields and a Griffin Sanctuary at the Eternal Eyrie.

Similarly, I imagine the Longbottoms have fields and greenhouses where they cultivate flowers and magical plants for sale.

And there is absolutely a Firedrake Preserve on the Prewett Estate of Heartfire Haven.

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Drabbles for Days

I'm feeling vaguely creative. If you submit a pairing to my asks via "Quill A Query", I'll write you a 100ish word drabble for that pairing.

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happy/fluffy theodore nott/female harry (p.s i love pure blood roulette)

Pairing: Theodore Knott/Harry Potter

Theodore Knott shoved the restaurant door open and bolted inside. He crammed past the people waiting for a table and bounded over to the table in the back. Slamming his hands on the table, Theo glared at the witch he’d been looking for. It’d taken him four hours to catch up with Harry Potter. Everyone he talked to gave him false leads. Theo was tired of chasing after her.

“Caught you,” he panted.

Theo sat across from her and grabbed an extra plate. He liked Italian food more than French but he was starving. He finished Auror training hours ago and then immediately started his hunt after Draco mentioned Potter's Patronus. Theo still couldn't conjure one.

Theo smirked when Potter didn’t order him to leave. She was probably used to people randomly showing up. He swallowed his food and loaded another plate.

Potter was different than he remembered. Her hair was longer than school, and she looked more confident. She was attractive. Theo mentally smacked himself. He wasn't here for a date. He needed help.

“No… please, have more of my dinner,” she dryly said.

He squinted, trying to see if she was joking or being serious. He shrugged and continued to eat. Training was rigorous work and he wasn't going to starve when there was perfectly good food in front of him.

“Do you normally order this much food?”

“Ron was supposed to show,” Potter admitted after a few seconds. “Apparently he bailed on me.”

“Which means that you have no plans tonight,” Theo crowed. Maybe it would be easier to convince her than he thought. Surely a bored Potter would jump at the chance to teach someone. She had lead the DA after all.

Potter frowned and leaned on the table. “I could have—yeah I don’t.”

“I figured. Weasley and Granger are like your only friends. Kinda sad, if you ask me. Just saying.” Theo held up his hands defensively when Potter glared at him. “Anyway, since you’re not busy, will you teach me the Patronus Charm ?” Theo pleaded. She had to. She was the only one he could ask.

"Why me? And don't give me the bullcrap answer of me teaching the DA in school."

Theo took a deep breath. "Because your life sucked. And you can still cast the spell. I'm a Nott. We're not so different, you and I."

When Potter remained silent, Theo sighed. He knew it would be difficult convincing Potter to help, but he'd hoped they were over the disaster of their school years. “One week, that's all I'm asking. If I can't do it, I'll buy you dinner as an apology for wasting your time."

Potter stared at him before grinning. “One week, huh? Fine. If you fail, I get free food."

"And if I don't fail?" Theo asked. He knew he was pushing his luck at this point, but Potter had agreed to an almost date.

"Guess you'll have to wait and see. Put that Slytherin charm to good use."

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Title: The Price of Revenge

Pairing: Ichimaru Gin/Kurosaki Ichigo

Ichimaru Gin wondered how annoyed the Captain-Commander would be if he murdered the Gatekeeper of the West, Ikkanzaka Jidanbo. Surely, Gin would only receive a slap on the wrist or a lecture. His ever present smile widened at the thought of dispatching the useless Shinigami. Ikkanzaka had served as a gatekeeper for over three hundred years. In that time his skills had declined and so had his mind.

“Who’s that?” the leader of the Ryoka demanded.

“Captain of the Third Division, Ichimaru Gin.”

Gin’s gaze shot to the black cat near the woman’s feet. Hm. Shihoin Yoruichi had returned to Soul Society. That meant Urahara Kisuke was involved. Did Kurosaki Isshin know that Urahara was making a move?

“Oh, this isn’t good,” Gin said dismissing them. They weren’t important right now. Shinigami that could not follow orders were useless to his cause. His expert gaze noticed the wounds that were not present on the gatekeeper. He had received reports from the underground that the Ryoka attacked Ikkanzaka and yet he wasn’t injured. Not a drop had been spilled on either side.

Unacceptable. A gatekeeper that failed in his duty deserved death. Gin immediately retaliated. Gin’s smile remained present as copious amount of blood burst from the gaping wound on Ikkanzaka’s arm. The Shinigami fell to his knees in a parody of surrender and allegiance as the heavy gate dropped onto his shoulders.

“Jidanbo!”

Gin cocked his head at the response. The Ryoka still hadn’t done anything. interesting. He’d expected her to attack him. She hadn’t moved. He mentally sneered. She couldn’t even break into Soul Society properly. What had Urahara taught her?

“A guardian of gates isn’t supposed to open those gates,” Gin lectured. The Ryoka had been able to cause some distraction from his encroaching plans, but not enough. They were still too weak to catch the attention of Aizen and the rest of the Gotei 13. Gin would not let them pass.

“I lost,” Ikkanzaka muttered. “I have to open the gate when I lose.”

Gin almost frowned. The Captain-Commander had made a very poor decision in placing Ikkanzaka in charge of guarding the gate. Only a coward would live with that mentality. Every day in Rukongai was a fight to the death. Those strong enough to seize power and wield it survived. Those too weak to guard their precious possessions deserved to die.

“What’re ya sayin’?” Gin walked until he was three feet from his target. He wanted the Shinigami to feel the pressure of his failure and the result of his cowardice. “When a gatekeeper loses… it means death,” Gin said with a wicked smirk.

He loved the terror that followed.

The woman Ryoka finally attacked. Their swords clashed in harmony. Gin stared into her enraged brown eyes. She didn’t protect herself. She attacked to defend someone else. Her action was predictable though the strength of her Reiatsu surprised him. It felt like drowning in a waterfall. Gin easily shoved her away after the first few seconds of surprise vanished.

“I-Ichigo!” Shihoin yelled.

Ichigo. Kurosaki Ichigo. Hoh. So this was Isshin’s daughter. He cocked his head at the spitfire in front of him. She’d finally become interesting.

-

Gin dispatched two hollows with ease as he waited for Kurosaki Isshin, formerly Shiba Isshin, to show. He should have known the annoying former captain would be late. He flung off the dark blood and sheathed Shinso.

“Ichimaru,” Kurosaki acknowledged when he slipped through the shadows of the trees. He leaned against a tree trunk in his old uniform. He must have left his gigai at home.

He looked exhausted, Gin noted. Shiba Isshin used to smile as much as he did. It was strange to see the man without it.

“Ya said ya wanted ta talk,” Gin prompted when he remained silent. He was here on an unofficial mission. He wasn’t worried that Aizen or anyone else would find out he took an unsanctioned trip to the human world. No one paid attention to something like that anymore. Not since Shiba Isshin died.

“Masaki’s dead,” Kurosaki muttered. Sharp brown eyes cut into him as Kurosaki watched his reaction. “Aizen killed her.”

Gin froze. No one in Soul Society suspected Aizen. Aizen was considered the golden child. “Tha’s an interestin’ theory.” He wouldn’t give up his shields. There was a reason why he was still playing this dangerous game.

“It’s not a theory!” Kurosaki bellowed. “I know. I-I knew there was something wrong with him in Soul Society. Why do you think I got out of there?”

“Thought ya found yer soulmate,” Gin replied with a nonchalant shrug.

Kurosaki stared at him with disbelief. “Kaien. Kaien knew. He’d been working for centuries to find proof.”

Gin felt his Zanpakuto sing for Aizen’s blood. “Did he find it?”

“I-I don’t know. I think so. Maybe.” Kurosaki rubbed the back of his neck as his grief seemed to multiply. “Either way, I know that Aizen sent Grand Fischer after Ichigo,” Kurosaki visibly panicked at the slip. “My wife.”

His wife’s name was Masaki. Who was Ichigo? “What do ya want me ta do ‘bout it?”

“You were his lieutenant. You know him.”

He wanted revenge. Gin forced the thought away when he realized that Kurosaki was trying to form a rapport with him. Anger flared as he looked at the former Shinigami. Kurosaki was nothing like him. Gin sought to destroy Aizen, Kurosaki ran. Coward.

Gin wasn’t in love with Rangiku; Rangiku belonged to him. He protected everything that was his.

“So…”

“Destroy him,” Kurosaki ordered. His returning Reiatsu flared to life as his anger grew. “Destroy everything that he ever touched.”

“Ya offerin’ ta help, cuz I don’t take orders.”

He sighed in relief and leaned more heavily against the tree as if it was the only thing keeping him standing. “Yes.”

Gin smile turned lethal. Kurosaki thought they were equals. It was time to rid him of that notion. “I’m not gonna do it fer free, ya understand. Ya see, this plan puts me in danger, while ya get ta live the easy life.”

Kurosaki’s expression never changed. As if he expected the response. Che. Kurosaki had always been more observant that he gave him credit for. “Anything.”

"Accepted."

-

“What the hell are you doing?” Ichigo demanded, pointing her Zanpakuto at him.

Gin gritted his teeth at the familiar words. Aizen tried to murder his soulmate. The annoyance he’d felt a few moments earlier vanished as cold, calculating rage took over. Gin’s plan crumbled to ashes. Aizen would not survive the day.

“Hah! You’re a funny kid,” Gin flippantly said, effectively keeping his murderous intentions out of his voice.

“You?” Ichigo asked after a few seconds of dumbfounded silence.

Gin placed a finger over his smiling lips. Their meeting had already exposed too much. Gin would not allow Aizen to discover that he found his soulmate. Not after everything Aizen had taken from him.

“Forget it Ichigo! We’ll retreat for now,” Shihoin ordered.

Gin didn’t trust her to protect his soulmate. However, he refused to allow Ichigo entrance into Seireitei. The Captain-Commander would order the other captains and lieutenants to stop her. Gin would be too busy killing Aizen to protect her.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

Gin walked away. He ignored the desperate pleas of his soulmate even though he wanted to claim her and never leave her side. Kurosaki Ichigo eldest daughter of Kurosaki Isshin. Gin knew exactly what he would order Kurosaki to give him once Aizen was dead. His daughter.

Gin whirled around and drew his Zanpakuto. Her confused and hurt expression pierced him. He ignored the pain and concentrated on protecting her the only way he could—keeping her away from him. He thrust his Zanpakuto toward Ikkanzaka. “Shoot to kill, Shinso.”

The blast of wind threw Ichigo and Ikkanzaka through the open gate and into the street of Rukongai. The gate slammed shut. Gin’s smile slipped as he discarded his old plans and constructed new ones. His blue gaze locked onto the gate that separated him from Ichigo.

Never again. Ichigo would never leave his side again. He would make sure of it.

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Forever, for you. By softlightwood

Summary: The smile splitting Neil’s face in two is a soft thing, gentle and wonderful and the most genuine the expression has ever felt settled into his mouth. “I think you like putting up with me”

“Shut up”

“Make me,” Neil tells him.

“Marry me,” Andrew replies.

Follower Recs Wanted!

We were talking about this amazing fandom and all of our wonderful followers, and got to thinking: we give you some of our favorite fics once a month, but what are some of yours?

If you’d like, reblog with a link to one of your favorite fics. A description would be even better! Give a boost to an author you love, your favorite comfort fic, or something that makes you feel. We look forward to seeing what you come up with! -AFTG Fic Rec Fam

NB: you can still submit recs once our ask box is open, this is just a chance to wax poetic about your faves

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@aftgficrec I found the fic that anon was looking for. It's one you recently recommended for a different ask. It's called: Forget Me Not by LFMH021 on ao3.

To the Anon asking about Mary yelling at Nathan for buying Neil alive: I don't know the title, but it was a video of clips/scenes from Neil's childhood. I think it was played during Lola's trial....

We have searched and searched through everything we could find for Lola’s trial and while several show video footage, none specifically show Mary yelling at Nathan for burying Neil alive.  Below are all the fics we could find that mentioned videos of Neil’s childhood, but none have this specific reference. Were any of these the one you were thinking of @neellok? 

If there’s anyone out there in TumblrVerse who can think of a scene where Mary yells at Nathan for burying Neil alive (from this ask), please help us out! -F

Acting is the Greatest Lie by deadinside_canyoutell [Rated: Not Rated, 2632 words, Complete 2019]

The Foxes have been walking on eggshells around Neil as Lola's trial looms near. But Neil doesn't break. He smiles.

(tw: torture, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: animal harm/abuse)

never let me go. by paleromantic [Rated: T, 1511 words, Complete 2018]

tumblr prompt: can you just hold my hand? for Andreil

Lola's trial is happening, and Neil isn't okay.

(tw: torture, tw: panic attacks)

Twisted by trubenblack [Rated M,1583 words, Complete 2018]

Lola's trial finally happens, its worse, and better than expected.

(tw: torture, tw: panic attacks, tw: animal harm/abuse)

Court (not the Exy kind) by kayxpc [Rated G, 1584 words, Complete 2018] - no video footage

(tw: torture, tw: panic attacks)

Not Lola’s trial but involves video of Neil’s childhood:

One Day We’ll Be Free (But Today is Not That Day) by KatherineF [Rated: Not Rated, 3481 words, Complete 2019]

A unwanted gift arrives in the mail for Neil and the Foxes nearly a year after Baltimore, bringing back bad memories.

Or: Neil is given a flashdrive of videos of him while he was on the run. The Foxes all see.

(tw: canon-typical violence, tw: torture)

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This is an appreciation post for the fanfic authors who aren’t included on rec lists

For the fanfic authors who don’t get art of their fics

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For the fanfic authors who don’t get comments/reviews

For the fanfic authors who write for small fandoms

For the fanfic authors who write rarepairs or gen fics

For the fanfic authors who get hate for the ships/characters/fandoms they write

For the fanfic authors who write in English despite it not being their first language

For the fanfic authors who don’t write in English

For the fanfic authors who don’t think anyone reads or likes their work

For the fanfic authors who aren’t big name fans

For the fanfic authors who don’t get requests in their inboxes

For the fanfic authors who can’t write stories that are more than a thousand words

For the fanfic authors who only write one ship

For the fanfic authors who are just starting

For the fanfic authors who have been writing fic for years

For the fanfic authors who use fanfic to practice writing

For the fanfic authors who write self-insert fics

For the fanfic authors who write about their OCs

For the fanfic authors who write to vent or cope

For the fanfic authors who are just waiting for their big break

Keep creating, I love you ❤️

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Fred Weasley/Harry Potter

“I’m going to kill him,” Fred muttered as he cast another spell at the magical handcuffs binding him to Harry Potter. 

He knew George was planning a prank. Fred had known the moment that George came back from Gringotts and started smirking when he saw him.

It had driven Fred crazy wondering what devious scheme was in the works. The fact that George never included had made him even more worried.

“Not if I find him first,” Harry growled. he tugged on the enchanted metal in vain. “What are these things, anyway?”

Fred paused and gave him a look. “Handcuffs.”

Harry glared. “Obviously.” He tugged harshly on the handcuffs as if trying to slip his fingers through the ring. Magic blocked his every attempt.

Fred winced at the acidic reply. Fred always tried to avoid an angry Harry. He’d heard the rumors about Lily Potter and her infamous temper. Like mother, like son.

Fred cursed. "They’re bonding handcuffs.” Surely Harry's godfather had taught Harry about the traditional and weird customs of bonding.

Harry rolled his eyes. “When can we take them off?" He shook the hand that was cuffed to Fred pointedly. His wrist was faintly red from his struggles.

Damn Sirius Black! Fred wondered if he should explain, and quickly decided that yeah, he really had to. Anything less would just cause more problems. George was so dying for this.

“They’re Bonding handcuffs,” he repeated. “They’ll only come off after we’ve Bonded. They were used in the 1700’s to ensure Bonding Contracts were kept.”

“Why does your family even have these?”  Harry demanded, flushing red. "I know you're purebloods, but..."

Fred eyes darted away when Harry voiced the question that had plagued his mind for the last hour.

The Weasleys hadn’t signed a Bonding Contract in centuries. Fred glanced at Harry and sighed. He could either confess and hope Harry accepted his feelings or wait. Fred was never good at waiting. Lies. He was excellent at waiting. That was how he got into this situation in the first place.

“According to George, to help love sotted fools who are too emotionally constipated to confess their affections,” Fred said sarcastically.

"Seriously?" Harry laughed. It got louder at the dumbfounded look on Fred's face. "That's what George said?I'm surprised it took George this long to get sick of you, then. If you wanted to bond with you could have just asked."

"Harry?"

"Yes."

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I love these angry fuckers so much.

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Pairing: Atobe Keigo/Echizen Ryoma

“Are you crazy? Let me go!” Ryoma ordered, pushing his way through the group of guys that had cornered him near the entrance of Seigaku High School.

“I knew we should have explained it to him,” a redhead complained. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?”

Ryoma wondered if they were crazy. How would explaining things help? They had waited until Momo and Kaido left before they ambushed him.

He didn’t recognize their high school uniform; though it wasn’t unusual since Ryoma hardly paid attention to what his opponents were wearing.

“Gakuto, shut up!” another boy with glasses ordered.

“Gakuto?” he muttered.

Why did that name sound familiar? Wait. Mukahi Gakuto? The redheaded, acrobatic player on Atobe's team?

Wouldn’t that mean that the other guys were Hyotei regulars as well? Ryoma took a deep breath and reminded himself to yell at the stupid Monkey King the next time he saw him.

“—but it’s for Atobe! We can’t just leave him.”

Ryoma froze. They were trying to kidnap him for Atobe? He mentally groaned. Atobe was right; every member on his team was an idiot.

“You still have lots more to work on." He scowled when everyone’s attention swung his way. He should have just walked away when they were too busy arguing.

“It’s Atobe’s birthday today,” an exhausted voice explained. The teenager looked as if he would fall asleep standing up. “He has everything. He’s too rich, so we can’t buy him anything. But then I remembered that he didn’t have an Echizen. So we decided to steal you.”

Ryoma tried to follow his logic and failed. They were going to kidnap him and give him to Atobe as a birthday present?

Ryoma flushed at the implication, longing to grab his racquet and bash them over the head. Ryoma would love to go on a date with the Monkey King. That didn’t mean Atobe felt the same way. He didn’t want to be rejected.

“Maybe he doesn’t want an Echizen!”

The sleepy boy shook his head and almost toppled to the ground. “Nope. He does. I know. I heard him.”

Ryoma glanced at the guys with annoyance. What if they were wrong? He was stupid for even contemplating this. It was probably a prank. But if it wasn’t….

“Will you come with us now, or does Kabaji have to carry you?” Gakuto demanded.

Ryoma clenched his hand around his bag and glared. They hung out with Atobe too much. Ryoma would make sure Atobe doubled their training menu after he lectured him on the proper ways to ask someone on a date.

“Where's my bow?” he asked, eyebrow cocked, as if he wasn’t about to confess to the guy he had a crush on since middle school.

Another regular held it up. "It's gold. To match your eyes."

Ryoma swallowed. Gold was Atobe’s favorite color. Ryoma stared at the bow and carefully took it from his hands.

Ryoma tied a lopsided bow around his neck. His team mates were going to mock him for eternity for this if they ever found out. He'd give it two hours, at most, before they blew up his phone.

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They merged two of my favorite things. I'm in love. Are you?

Inspired by this version of ‘Only Us’ from Dear Evan Hansen

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Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Hatake Naruto

Hatake Kakashi stared at his new batch of genin. He should have known that Tsunade would foist another group of newbies on him after his old team graduated to Jounin.

He hoped that the torture of teaching twelve year olds the art of killing enemy ninja would be over. She hadn’t seen it that way.

Maybe he shouldn’t have made her wait four hours. In his defense he actually had an emergency.

He slouched against the railing on top of the Ninja Academy as he looked at the children—even though they were legally adults, they would always look young to Kakashi.

The Fourth Shinobi War was over. It was time to rebuild and create more shinobi. Kakashi scowled beneath his mask and wished that he could fail them on sight. The thought of training yet another team sounded too draining.

“Why don’t you tell me about yourself? Your likes, dislikes, dreams for the future, and hobbies,” Kakashi automatically repeated the same speech he’d given the last team seven.

He mentally chuckled when he thought about those answers and how far his former students had come. He waited for the inevitable demand that he introduce himself first. It took less than five seconds. 

“Me? My Name’s Hatake Kakashi.” 

It wasn’t hard to start with his name, though he left out all of the monikers that he’d received over the years. They didn’t need to know all of the people Kakashi killed, or the battles he fought. It was a time of peace. They didn’t need to know the horrors of the world, yet. 

“I don’t feel like telling you guys about my likes and dislikes.” 

He liked waking up to Hatake Naruto’s smile every morning. He liked the sound of his laugh and the way his eyes sparkled. Kakashi liked his stubborn nature. He liked Naruto wrapped in his arms—safe and protected.

Kakashi disliked him leaving the village on missions, because the idiots Naruto was paired with always attracted trouble.

He disliked being woken up at five thirty in the morning because Naruto decided it was the perfect time to master a new jutsu.

Kakashi disliked that Naruto hid his Icha Icha collection all over the apartment because he spent too much time reading, and not enough time with him.

“I never really thought about my future dream.” 

Kakashi wanted a house with two bedrooms and a porch swing. He wanted to adopt an orphan from the last war, because every child deserved parents. A family to return to after a long mission.

Kakashi wanted to see Naruto become the Rokudaime.

But most of all, Kakashi wanted to grow old with Naruto by his side— to have a future with no regrets, only happiness and love.

 “As for my hobbies, I have many.”

Kakashi loved tickling Naruto’s sides until he turned red from laughing too hard. Kakashi loved getting lost on the road of life because his husband always found him.

He loved creating new jutsu just to see how much he could surpass his old sensei. He loved reading Icha Icha in public because it always made people annoyed and underestimate him. Kakashi loved being a ninja.

Kakashi smiled even though the genin wouldn’t be able to see it. It was almost time to head home. Naruto would be waiting for him.

If Kakashi could have gotten away with ditching the genin he would have. Kakashi mentally shrugged. It would be okay for Kakashi to show up five hours late tomorrow.

“Next is you guys.”

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This!!! ^^^ Love it!

Fast and Furious: Brian O'Connor/Dom Toretto ♥️ Brian was never interested in Mia.

Had so much fun writing this :) I hope you like it

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Brian woke up with his head pounding. He opened his eyes only for the sun to send pinpricks of pain into his skull. With a groan he tried to burrow back into the pillow. Only the ‘pillow’ he was laying on was very solid. And breathing.

Taking stock of his own naked state and the warm body he was cuddled against with his eyes still closed, Brian tried to patch his spotty memory back together. There had been a race and the typical after party at the Toretto house.

At some point Leon had talked him into a game of truth or dare with the option to take a shot of vodka if you didn’t want to do or answer the request. Brian did have quite a few shots because of the ridiculous dares Leon came up with.

Everything became spottier after that. With a fierce blush, he remembered answering the question on who he had a crush on with ‘Dom’. It was the truth, but that didn’t make it less humiliating. Shortly after that someone had pulled Brian upstairs and into one of the bedrooms and kissed the living the daylights out of him.

His memory finally provided a face and Brian felt hot and cold all over. It was Dom. Dom had kissed him. Which means… Brian slowly opened his eyes again bracing against the pain from the sun and looked up. Dom looked back at him with a smile Brian had never seen before. He felt like his insides were being squeezed together in the face of that smile.

Dom moved the arm draped around him to brush his fingers through Brian’s blond curls. Brian leaned into the touch almost on instinct. He knew that he was touch-starved but that such a simple touch could melt him into boneless putty was new. “G’ morning,” he managed to say.

Dom chuckled and it sent shivers down Brian’s spine. “Good morning, Bri.” Dom stopped his hand’s motion and Brian would deny the whine he let out until his dying day. At least he could get his head on straight without the distraction.

It caused his nerves to come out full force. “Are you… Dom, did you want this?” Brian bit his bottom lip and looked away, so he didn’t have to see when Dom realised he had made a mistake. “Brian, look at me.” Dom’s voice was soft, but Brian couldn’t bring himself to turn his head.

Strong fingers gripped his chin and turned his head, so Brian looked at him. Brian’s breath caught in his throat at the adoring look Dom was giving him. No one had ever looked at him like that. “I want you, Brian. I want you in every way you will allow me. Next to me on the racetrack, in my arms and my bed at night, next to me every morning when I wake up. If that is what you want.”

Brian wanted it. He wanted it so bad, but… “What about the team?” He loved every single one of them and wouldn’t be able to stand it if they took it badly. He knew that Vince would take it badly, but the other man already hated him, so it didn’t bother him as much.

“As long as we are happy, they will be happy too.” Brian searched Dom’s face and seeing the conviction there, he allowed his happy smile to finally break through. “Yes, I want all of it. I want everything with you, Dom.”

Faster than he could blink, Brian was on his back with Dom hovering above him. He couldn’t help the happy laughter bubbling out of his mouth. At least until Dom seized his lips in a searing kiss and he was preoccupied repeating what happened the night before with much more clear memories to revisit.

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One of my favorite pairings written perfectly!

Detective Conan: Kudo Shinichi/Kuroba Kaito with their first kiss, please! ♥️ Thank you!

Thank you so much for requesting this! I just adore this anime

Hope you like what I have come up with :)

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If anyone asked him directly, Shinichi would never admit that Kid’s heists were his favourite cases. It was always a challenge to figure out how the thief did his magic tricks and only rarely did anyone get hurt beyond getting knocked out by sleeping gas.

He had been close enough to Kid to know that they were approximately the same age and to his chagrin the other boy fascinated him beyond what was necessary to catch him. The feeling must’ve been mutual because this time Shinichi received a personal invitation to the next heist.

Despite Shinichi’s presence and input, Inspector Nakamori and his officers got duped by the thief leaving Shinichi to chase after him to the roof while the police tried to get out of their own trap. He found Kid sitting on top of the staircase entrance holding up the sparkling jewel to the moonlight.

“Well done, Meitantei. I knew that you wouldn’t be fooled so easily,” the thief said with his signature sharp grin. Shinichi shouldn’t be affected by how charming it was. Reluctantly he dropped his tense stance knowing that the jewel would be returned one way or the other. “Why did you send me an invitation knowing it could get you caught?”

“Well for the challenge of course.” Kid jumped down from his perch landing with only a few feet between them. “I’ve missed you, Shinichi-kun. With all your exciting murder cases, you don’t have time for me anymore.” Kid pouted and although he knew that it was a spiel, Shinichi couldn’t help the blush blooming across his cheeks.

“Shouldn’t you be happy about that?”, he replied trying to keep his countenance. Kid stepping ever closer didn’t help that effort. The thief’s grin had shifted to something softer that made Shinichi’s stomach flip-flop. “Of course not,” Kid scoffed, “how can I prove my love for you when you are not here?”

What?

Shinichi tried to make sense of the situation, but his brain kept short-circuiting. “Stop joking like that!”, he choked out completely wrongfooted. Kid couldn’t know about his ill-advised crush, could he? But the other boy looked completely serious standing now only a few inches away.

“I’m not joking, Shinichi-kun.” The way Kid’s voice teased his first name sent a shiver down Shinichi’s spine. The thief closed the last distance between them and taking Shinichi’s chin between his gloved fingers, he guided the detective into a soft kiss. Feeling completely overwhelmed and out of his element, Shinichi didn’t even try to back away.

“I’ll prove myself to you, don’t worry.” The words were whispered in the scant space between their lips before Kid pressed something into his hand and backed away and by the time Shinichi’s brain caught up with the present, the Phantom Thief was flying away on his hang glider.

Shinichi was left on the rooftop with what felt like a permanent blush staining his cheeks, a stunning white rose in his hand and a jewel in his jacket pocket.