#FluffyFanfic

[ponderingmoonlight]

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at the moment featuring:

Yona of the Dawn

Fruits Basket

I'm free for requests in other fandoms that my "usual" ones as well - just hit me up <3

Son Hak saving you from a group of men While gathering herbs, you get surrouned by bandits - until a mysterious, cocky stranger swoops in to save the day. But you’re no damsel in distress, and you’re ready to show him exactly what you’re capable of.

Hak stitching you up yep that's basically it hehe

The blue dragon saving you from certain death It was never a secret that you're reckless - as Hak's sister, that runs in the family. But provoking a heir of soldiers, getting shot and almost drowning on your way to prove yourself to your brother doesn't really help your mission. Little do you know a certain blue dragon watches from afar and springs in time just to save you...

Getting caught up in a snow storm and saved by Yona of the Dawn men ft. Hak, Shin-Ah, Jae-Ha and Kija

Quiet mornings with Shigure Sohma While you're surrounded by mess and trouble all day, you can't help but enjoy those mornings with none other than Shigure.

Hatori Sohma realizing you're more than just a friend to him You were around since he can remember. You, the only sunshine in his life, that woman he never gets tired of looking at. It takes Hitori too long to finally confess his feelings to himself. And then he's about to ruin everything...

[cottoncandydreamsxoxo]

A shoulder to cry on.

This is my first fanfic so be gentle, I tried to do a fluffy one so sorry if it’s not that wholesome. :( this is based on the best au ever! by @shinyzango ‘s 2d bendy au. I got inspired to make a fanfic ever since reading the 2d au fanfics of the name @pooka-dragon and the art of @squigglydigg , made me love how creative 2d bendy can be!

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Henry breathed in the ink incarnated air of the studio, his clothes covered with black and soulless ink after all the encounters with there foes, a calm look on his face, which was a first, waiting for the next thing to set them off there course. He looked somewhat in war with his emotions. He dint know what to feel, he dint have the time to figure out what was truly going down, the searchers, sammy...he despised His own worry the most, making him do stupid things for the cute little demon bendy. Stuck in a page with no known ways of getting out, a cartoon with pointy horns and his body bold black.

Henry would lay bendy on one of the studios inky shelves upright so he can talk with him if he needed to. Henry would not ask the demon any more questions and would look around for anything useful. “Today seems diffrent dosent it?” Bendy would reply, “change is bad..” as bendy thought of what worse could be coming, Henry would look at him and sigh. “I know you’re sick of the fighting, don’t make it give you the blues. It will end one day i promise you.” Henry was a kind man, ashamed of the bad times but looked upon them as a somewhat chance for change. He looked at bendy, who looked overly sad. Henry would stop and go over “what’s with the long face bud?” Bendy would try and calm down slightly before awnsering, his voice matching his lead face “difference in this place is NEVER okay! I’m scared if you getting hurt, what will I do if you die.” Henry looked at him with a sad yet but understanding expression “live on for me.” Bendy was suprised and spechless at this reply and looked at henry, Henry would sadly smile back.

All his mind was filled about cheering his little freind up. Not noticing anything behind him. suddenly Henry noticed bendys mortified expression. “What’s up bud?” Henry would point behind Henry for when Henry would notice it was too late anway. It was a searcher, not just one but the biggest numbers you’ve ever seen. heard a “HENRY!” And was knocked unconscious, the last sounds he heard was someone tearing up. That’s what they were doing they were repopulating, Henry was on the floor, some searchers looming over him. “HENRY! Please wake up, WAKE UP!” The searchers looked violent and were probably about to hurt Henry. Bendy was crying at this point, sick of seeing his freind get hurt. Bendy could do barley nothing, though there was hope. “”We need you Henry...I need you Henry.” There was no chance he was waking up from his voice any day.

The searchers looked ready with there outright hideous and evil extior Accidentally a searcher had knocked bendy off the shelf and made the page float down to an ink puddle, bendy immediately shapeshifted into his monster form. Out of his page and somewhat In reality. He grabbed Henry, his large, beast like, cold and inky hands were not enough to wake henry. He was out cold. Bendy risked his life by quickly getting off the page, luckily there was a side room he could protect Henry in until he woke up, he saw it on his right. He immediately dashed inside and held Henry gently so he dint hurt him, meanwhile... Henry was stuck in a dream with no known way to get Out. The lovely demon would comfort him.

Henry was dreaming about the studio, the place of nightmares. The place he so foolishly decided to get a job at. he would be in a world of his own. black, dark and hell-like place. He would be strapped into a chair, tight rope concealed him from getting a anywhere. There stand joey, in his view range standing up and looking at him with that sick twisted grin of his that always sended shivers down Henry’s spine even in the old days. “What do you want!” Henry asked him intimidatingly. Joey would just laugh as a reply which made Henry confused as he began to go closer to Henry, his voice had a devious tone. “Why you know what I want old freind! Don’t be blind! I want my company to overthrow and rule this earth. I want this plain ol’ studio to eco me the place of big sales and success, so big you won’t be able to hold it in youre pockets!” Henry would look at him angerily as he approached even further “YOU SICK PHY-“ Henry got stopped as jeoy forcefully banged henrys head against the wall behind him. “Let’s act like civil men, shall we?” Henry looked at joey even more angrily than ever as he stared the man down.

“What do you want from me?” Henry asked with a growl. Joey would just look him with his lying eyes, “I want you.” “IM NOT FOR YOURE PL-“ Henry got slapped by joey quickly and strongly. “You dint remember what I said, do you?” Henry looked at him with searing rage. “Me, you, join together and work for the master plan, what I’ve created. You will never think the same way about this studio again...” he got a little freaked out but kept his cool, “mad-man.” Henry muttered under his breath. “What do you think makes it the so bold and brave you’re Caling it?” Henry asked with a little bit of a growl. “I’m planning to make this the most empowering, popular, skyrocketing and superior animation studios in all of earth’s entirety. I want to force them to praise our little demon darling and watch other false creators crumble under our feet!” Henry got startled by this, “I know you like amazing for perfection but don’t you think we’re going to far?” His eyes and voice shaked. “Oh no my old freind, I think we’re going for achieving to little. By the time this is done I want the, to worship him and would even give there life and soul for him!” He watched as joeys laugh was the only sound I’m the room, he was to spechless and shaky to say anything. “I want them to empower the name Joey Dre-“ Henry broke. “YOU SICK PERSON. I WILL NEVER LET THAT HAPPEN! NEVER! IF I WAS UNTIED I WOULD PUNCH YOU!” Joey just laughed it off. “We both don’t want that, do we?”

He was suspicious about looking more into his plans, he would try and get it out of Joey so he could immediately stopped it. He would stop trying to get that out and stares at the anonymous inky blob that looked unnaturally familiar behind 1 foot behind Joey, black and ominous. Henry eyes locked scared. “W-w-who is that?” He was scared it was his little bud. “Just a freind who was...misled..” the inky blob turned around and it was the dereded truth. “B-b-bud...” “LET HIM GO! WHAT HAS HE DONE TO YOU!” He would try and become untied so bad struggling and shaking. Bendy looked traumatised and petrifired. “Please...please...let him go...poor bud.” He was now tearing up and shaking trying to escape, “please...I’ll do anything just please let him go...safe...in one peice, okay?” “I don’t think that can happen.”

Joey would hurt bendy, which made her cry and shiver in reality silently reapeating no with a scared looking face. Expericing trsumstic Images infornt of his eyes, he was shaking imcerdiblg fast. He cried silently but a lot, his face was slightly scared but mostly emotionless,men dy knew something was wrong...Which made bendy worried, worried for his little freind and what was making him so startled. He would be confused of the silent mutterignncomign from Henry, the muttering made him even more worried. bendy would gently try and wake Henry up from this scarring nightmare. Hoping he would be okay after it, wanting his freind to be happy. The searchers were close but weklojgs since of there ink insides so they couldn’t hurt bendy but they could hurt Henry and possibly do worse. bendy gently would put him in a cradle position as he wanted to comfort his freind until he woke up, he would be very gentle as he knew Henry was fragile and easy to hurt.

He cares for his pal ever since he first met him and dint want anything to helped to the poor guy. He nuzzled him, tirelessly with no hesitation hoping it would save him from his nightmare, Bendy prayed with all his heart that it would be able to free the poor fella. Henry tiredly woke up as it was to cold to be asleep at this time, his eye lids gently opened to see bendy I’m his monster form, not on his page nuzzling him vigorously. He whimpered as well at Henry, hoping he wasn’t stressed out of negative feeling. After that experience. Henry noticed this and would gently pet his head which made him extraordinarily happy, he had ended up making to sho away the searchers while Henry was passed out. “I’m okay bud, I’m alright. Please don’t worry. I must’ve passed out or something.” said Henry as he would sit up. They would be happy and postitive I’ve there were both safe unhurt, henry sighed with relief as he looked at his bud with that smile of his bendy always used to do.

Henry would look up at bendy. With a faint smile and a slight snigger he said “It’s getting late bud, you better go to sleep.” Bendy looked at him sternly as he used to stay up all the time, 24/7, doing something else beside sleeping. Exposing the slight bags under his eyes that never went away. He always would always overwork himself and never sleep, bendy knew how important is was for humans like Henry to sleep. He wanted him to take a breather from all his heavy all nighters and stop punching himself to the limit. He would do make sure Henry slept today, no matter what. “Fine, I’ll got to sleep with you bud, but all you had to do is ask.” He would watch Henry, making sure he did what he said. He went to sleep within five minutes, with that bendy wa happy. His old man was finally sleeping again. Bendy would shut his inky eyes and sleep with the Henry, ending there adventures for that day...

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Yes! It’s finally done!

Sorry, it took me several days to compelte but it was worth it! My first fanfic ever! Hope you like it.

[larryisreal721-blog]

CUTE LARRY FANFIC

okay so i have no idea who this belongs to but it's a pretty fucking lit piece of work so please claim if yours i just wanted to share xx *** "i hate travelling," harry announces unceremoniously as he drops his bag at his feet. he kicks off his boots and leaves them by the door as well, making his way into the flat proper to collapse in a heap on the couch next to louis. "if i never have to see another airport it will be too soon." his brows are drawn together in a deep frown, his face pallid and the bags beneath his eyes nearly purple. louis almost expects him to cross his arms and start kicking his feet next, he looks that put out. if he didn't sympathize so much, he might have laughed. (as it is, he can't help smiling a little bit anyway, because harry is adorable when he's in a sulk.) "that's a bit unfortunate," he says, "seeing as we're going on a world tour in a month and a bit." harry scowls deeper. "you're not helping." "i didn't know i was meant to." "lewis," harry whines, "stop being a twat, i'm tired." he leans over and drops his head onto louis' shoulder, butting his head against his collarbone. louis laughs and reaches up to get an arm around him, burying his fingers in harry's hair and laughing louder when he immediately curls in closer. "you're so easy." harry just grunts in response. they sit like that for a few minutes with only the telly as background noise, louis' fingers scritching at harry's scalp as he slowly goes limp against him. just as harry's starting to nod off though, louis pulls back. "what're you doing?" harry groans. "you need a proper kip. c'mon, lets get you into bed." "no, i don't wanna move. let's just stay here." louis rolls his eyes at that. "if i let you sleep on the couch you'll just complain about your neck hurting you in the morning." "won't, promise. stay." "get up, harold." louis slips out from under harry and snickers when he falls over and bangs his ear against the arm of the couch. harry glares up at him. "you're terrible." he starts to curl up but louis rolls his eyes again (they might just fall out one of these days) and grabs an arm to haul him up. harry makes a noise of discontent but lets himself be dragged. by the time they get to the hallway that leads to the bedrooms harry's got both hands wrapped around louis' waist and his face tucked into his neck, his feet sluggishly sliding on the floor. once they cross the threshold harry lets go to face plant onto the bed instead, slithering like a snail to get to the center. louis just watches him as he flops around a bit before rolling onto his back, hair mussed up and eyes closed. "you're an idiot," he says, and he manages to keep most of the fondness out of his voice. harry peers up at him through one eye. "off," he says. "what?" "off," harry says again, wriggling his hips this time. "oh, for - i don't even know why you wear jeans on the plane anyway. it's not a fucking fashion show." he sighs long-sufferingly as he sits on the edge of the bed and starts to undo harry's fly. "i can't believe anyone actually thinks you're the mature one." harry kicks out at that, getting him in the shin just as louis tugs his jeans down his legs. when louis glares up at him he just beams innocently. "make me a tea, please." louis shoots him his most unimpressed look but harry isn't affected, going so far as to stick out his bottom lip in an actual pout. fucking hell. "you're such a shit," he huffs, but he gets up because styles always gets his way. "love you!" he hears harry call out behind him. when he gets back to the room, harry is curled up under the duvet, his clothes flung haphazardly on the floor. sitting up, harry reaches for his mug impatiently, humming his appreciation as he takes his first sip. louis watches harry as he finishes it all in almost one go then places the empty mug on the nightstand next to him before reaching for louis next. "come cuddle." "are you wearing pants?" "no." louis sighs. he crawls under the sheets anyway and harry immediately curls up to him, sticks a leg between louis' and lays his head on louis' chest. louis' arms wrap around his bare middle, one hand splayed against his back and the other resuming its earlier petting as he cards his fingers through harry's hair. "good trip though, yeah?" he says quietly. harry hums. "yeah, t'was nice. home now, though." he looks up then, chin on louis' sternum, and smiles widely when louis looks back at him. "yeah," louis says, returning the smile. it grows once harry leans up to kiss him quickly, a short peck on the lips, and then settles back down with his head on louis' chest. "sleep now," harry says. "goodnight, you caveman." harry drifts off quickly after that, the exhaustion from his day of travel catching up with him. louis lies awake for a while longer, basking in the familiar scent of harry's shampoo in his nose and the weight of him in his arms. *** the first thing louis registers upon waking is harry's breath against his skin, his nose brushing against the side of his neck, and also - "is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" "i don't have any pockets. but it is fully loaded." harry's voice is thick and scratchy from sleep, his vowels even longer than usual. "ugh,” he says, nose crinkling. “you're disgusting." harry giggles loud and bright, his shoulders shaking from it. "i'm serious, get off of me you pervert." "nope," harry says, popping the p. he starts humping against louis' thigh and louis yelps, shoving at him. "styles!" "uhn - yeah - louis!" harry moans out exaggeratedly. louis finally manages to throw him off and harry cackles at him from where he's landed on his back. louis makes a show of dusting himself off and curling his lip in disgust. "i feel violated." "heeyy," harry says with a pout. "i don't do that for just anyone, you know." "i should hope not." louis falls back against the pillows, throwing an arm over his eyes. "it's fucking early, why are you even awake? i thought you were tired." "i was. i am. just felt like fucking with you." "well, thanks for that. can we go back to sleep now?" "yeah, okay." harry rolls onto his side, back turned to louis. louis' eyes close and he's just starting to drift off again when - "louis. spoon me." "fuck's sake, harry," he grumbles, but he rolls around until he's tucked up behind harry, one leg pushed between his two. "mind m'bits," harry warns, voice going thick with sleep. "should be so lucky," louis says, curling a hand around harry's hip and pinching lightly at the skin there. harry bats at him ineffectively for a moment before giving up, both of them settling back into sleep. the last thing louis remembers thinking is that it's good to have him back (where he belongs).

[larryisreal721-blog]

FLUFFY LARRY.

i'm in desperate need for the fluffiest shit you can find. b!h if possible thx mates.