#plotless fluff

[cod-dump]

The Fort

TW: Silliness without plot, silliness, literally no serious plot

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Price liked giving the boys days off together if he could, that way they could keep each other occupied. Believe it or not, they actually get into less trouble when two or more of them are free. They liked to hoard themselves in the rec room their entire day off, usually leaving the room in a mess by the time they left.

Price normally never witnessed the mayhem first-hand, always giving the boys their space to enjoy themselves. But he wanted to check on them after giving them a week off after a hard mission. He hadn't seen them for four days straight and just wanted to confirm they were alive. So he went to the rec room with cookies as a peace offering for intruding.

Price was not prepared for the sheer chaos that greeted him when he opened the door.

The couches were flipped over, leaning against the pool table with sheets thrown overtop. The boys were no where in sight and Price realized the TV was missing from its usual place, as well. The extension cords suggested it was in their makeshift fort. Price inched closer to the fort, hearing muttering from within it.

"Boys?"

The muttering ceased and a broomstick suddenly stuck out from the sheets, prodding Price in the stomach to keep him from coming any closer.

"Come no closer, fiend!"

Price blinked at Gaz's exclaim as what sounded like Soap and Roach laughing followed.

"Fiend?"

"Hold up-" Gaz sticks his head out from the sheets, "Oh! Hi, Captain! Sorry, we thought you were Ghost coming back to steal our bounty!"

Price blinked, processing what Gaz had said, "You're... trying to keep Ghost... from stealing your 'bounty'?"

Soap pokes his head out, "He kept eating all the crisps and wanted to control the TV so we kicked him out."

Roach pokes out from under Soap, "Now he's our mortal enemy."

"Huh... Alright, then. Well, I was coming to see if you boys were alive."

Roach points, "What's in the container?"

"Oh, Laswell's snickerdoodle cookies."

The three gasp, stars in their eyes. They disappear under the sheets, back into the fort, before they use the broomstick to open the sheets up.

"Welcome, Lord Price! Come share your treasure with us!"

Price snorts, "I have work to do, boys. Just came to check on you."

"Oh..."

"But these cookies are for you."

"YES!"

Price leans down to hand over the cookies when, suddenly, they're snatched from Price's hands.

"What-?"

He turns in time to see Ghost disappear out of the rec room. Price didn't have to say anything (or more like didn't have time to) before Gaz, Soap, and Roach charged out of the fort after Ghost.

"COME BACK HERE, THIEF!"

Price stands, blinking. He really had to get back to work but the boys were clearly doing something far more entertaining than whatever the SAS emailed him. Price decides to sit on the floor, pulling out his phone and checking the base's security footage. From there, he was able to watch the boys chase after Ghost throughout the halls.

Sadly, he couldn't hear what they were saying. And he knows it was hilarious. Though he was fairly entertained by how everyone else on base was reacting to the chaos of the 141's core members running around like madmen over a container of cookies.

Eventually, Ghost ran into the rec room. He got on his knees and slid past Price into the fort. The sheets fluttered closed by the time the other three ran in.

"GHOST!"

"My fort now."

Price covered his mouth to keep from laughing as Gaz was swatted by the broomstick when he tried to get back into the fort. Soap and Roach were also swatted when they got too close, making Price realize there was only one opening into their fort.

"YOU DISHONORABLE CRUMB OF DIRT! LEAVE OUR FORT IMMEDIATELY AND WE WILL SHOW YOU MERCY!"

Price snickered at the commitment Gaz was giving this bit.

"Let me think about it... Nah, I'm staying."

"THEN YOU LEAVE US NO CHOICE-"

"Oh please, what are you going to do? You can't touch me!"

Soap joins in, "Oh, fairest Ghost! May I join you inside?"

"No."

Soap gasps loudly, "I thought we had something!"

Price rolls his eyes and stands, "You boys have your fun-"

Price is stopped from leaving by Roach, "Lord Price! Help us retake our fort and we shall share our bounty with you!"

"Boys-"

Roach takes his goggles off and hits him with the saddest eyes Price has ever seen on him. Gaz and Soap quickly join in and Price sighs loudly, knowing he wouldn't hear the end of it if he didn't help them.

"Fine. Step aside."

Price approaches the fort, ready for Ghost to swipe at him with the broomstick. Once he was close enough, the broomstick stuck out, ready to hit him. Price quickly grabbed it and yanked it out of Ghost's grasp.

There was a moment of silence before-

"Oh shit-"

"CHARGE!"

Gaz dives into the fort, Soap and Roach following suit. Immediately there was high pitched screaming and cursing. Price backed up, not sure what to expect. Suddenly, Ghost crawls out of the fort lightning speed, Gaz following him but only going a foot outside of the fort. Price yelps when Ghost knocks into his legs, sending him crashing to the floor.

"BLOODY HELL, SIMON!"

Ghost lays on top of him, Price wheezing by his weight being completely on his stomach. He wiggled around but found himself unable to get free.

"Listen here, you little shits! I have a hostage!"

Roach peeks out and gasps, "He has Lord Price!"

Gaz goes to charge out but Soap grabs him by the ankle, "No! Don't! There's no telling what he might do to him!"

"That's right! He's in danger until you give into my demands!"

Gaz glares, "What do you want?"

"To be let back into the fort!"

Gaz looks at Roach and Soap for their input before sighing, "Fine, you can come back."

"AND I WANT TO WATCH LEGALLY BLONDE!"

"FUCKING-"

Price groans, "Let him watch the movie!"

"UGH- FINE!"

Ghost gets off of Price and shoves his way back into the fort. Price wheezes as he sits up. He forgot how big of a guy Ghost was. Gaz crawls over to him.

"Are you alright, Lord Price?"

"I'll live. Is this seriously what you boys get up to on your days off?"

Gaz blinks, "Yea? What else would we do?"

Price stares before shrugging.

"DON'T EAT ALL THE COOKIES!"

Gaz immediately darts back into the fort. Price rolls his eyes but smiles as he stands. He begrudgingly went back to his boring office and to do his boring reports. He'll have to see if there's room for him in the fort tomorrow.

#something something about men who weren't able to play as children finally being able to goof off #something about the boys feeling comfortable enough with price to act like this #something silly :) #a small drabble/fic until i get a bigger fic out #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john price #gary roach sanderson #call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #drabble #plotlessness #plotless fluff #fluff #fam 141

[iammistressofmyfate]

I want to write some soft Pynch but idk exactly what to write.

Plot-less fluff lol A tender moment of affection without being tied to a greater story

I have a particular scene of Adam and Ronan in bed, Ronan with the comforter over his head and they're both laughing, and then Adam just traces his fingers over Ronan's face, before holding his face in his hands, resting their foreheads together.

Maybe it's a vacation they're taking together in-between jobs post-Greywaren or their honeymoon.

I just love when they're sweet to each other

#pynch #soft pynch #ronan lynch #adam parrish #fic writing thoughts #fluff #plotless fluff #the raven cycle #the dreamer trilogy

[coffeebanana]

I’m super excited to be sharing my first entry for @marigamijuly​!!! Read The IKEA Experience on Ao3!

Summary:  Admittedly, Kagami's a little skeptical when Marinette takes her to IKEA after promising a juice date. But maybe there's...something magical about the place after all.

Sneak peak below the cut!

Excerpt:

As she turned into the parking lot, Marinette couldn’t help but sneak a look at Kagami in the passenger seat, wanting to see her reaction to see the giant blue building stretched out in front of them. Kagami glanced over, her eyes widening when she caught Marinette’s stare. "Marinette!" she cried. "Please pay attention to the road." Laughter bubbled out of Marinette as she complied—there wasn’t really anything to worry about. It was early Monday morning, so only the rows closer to the store were filled so far. The rest of the parking lot was fairly dead. But...alright. She had snuck a few glances sideways when they’d been on the highway as well, so maybe she understood why Kagami normally preferred the driver's seat. “I just want to know if you've figured out where we're going," Marinette said. “You said we were going on a juice date,” Kagami returned somewhat drily. But when Marinette snuck another tiny peak her way, she caught the hint of a smile. "We are..." Marinette turned into a parking spot and brought the car to a stop. "Sort of."

#miraculous ladybug #ml #marigami july #marinette dupain cheng #kagami tsuguri #marigami #plotless fluff

[scaryscarecrows]

The relative silence, which is mostly white noise of wheezing, the occasional sniffle, and the thudding of Gatorade bottles being plunked back down, is abruptly shattered by brutal, chest-wracking coughs. The coughs go on for quite some time before turning to miserable sputters and finally stopping. Then, however…

“Whichever one of you fuckers got me sick is going into a woodchipper,” Mark snarls before gagging and spitting what is almost certainly a mucus ball into his tissue. “I will find out and you will regret it.”

“You’re the medic,” Jason points out. “And you refused to leave us to fend for ourselves.”

“Jimmy was the plague-bearer,” Trent adds. Jimmy, who’s squeezed between him and the arm of the couch, flips him off.

“Fuck you, you can’t prove that.”

“You got chicken pox at thirty,” Antoine says. Riley cackles. With his throat as fucked up as the rest of theirs, it sounds like that orange electric Scooby-Doo ghost. Jimmy grumbles something probably unflattering and wedges his toes into the couch cushions.

“Guys…” Frank warns. He’s half-asleep. It doesn’t matter. “Be nice.”

Everybody falls silent. Nobody says it, but the reality is that one of the few places that delivers is closed for renovations, pizza does not sound good, and they have no leftovers. In other words, they’re going to have to cook.

There is a small problem with that. Namely, the fact that standing for more than five minutes is very, very hard. Cooking? Fuck that. It wasn’t so bad, for the first two days. Only three of them had been sick then. But now they’re four days in and everybody’s discovered the joys of two-in-one Head and Shoulders and sitting down in the shower.

“Who’s got the Halls,” Trent rasps. Frank fumbles around in the remote basket until there’s the crinkling of a bag.

“Air mail.”

The Halls don’t quite make it to Trent--they hit the floor near him--but Riley grabs them, pulls one out for himself, and slaps the bag against Trent’s chest. A second later there’s typing and the text-to-speech says in that horrid monotone, “My cough drop says inspire envy.”

“Your cough drop needs to mind its own business.”

More typing.

“My cough drop is better than your cough drop.”

Trent unwraps one and huffs a laugh.

“Yeah, mine says be unstoppable. Suck it.”

“That’s the point of cough drops,” Jimmy mumbles. “Pass ‘em over.”

The room falls silent again. The TV decides to go to commercial, which means the neutral Tom and Jerry--something that won’t trigger anybody--becomes an ad for fucking Kidz Bop, ruiner of America’s youth.

Frank kindly mutes the horror just as Jason emerges from his blanket cocoon and rasps, “What’re we doin’ f’r dinner.”

…

Yeah. They have to do something, because Nite-Time on an empty stomach is a mistake, but. Cooking is hard. They ate the last of the frozen dinners last night, and, well…

“Good question.”

The ad doesn’t appear to be stopping, which means now’s as good a time as any to struggle up and shuffle to the kitchen to scrounge. There’s. There’s not much. There’s the stuff for stir-fry, which is way too much work, and there’s the stuff for spaghetti, which they all agree sounds lousy, and there’s a lone jar of Herdez and a couple of packs of taco shells way in the back from who-knows-what. Riley’s laid claim to a can of soup, which is fair enough, but the rest of them...might starve.

Mark pulls out the jar of Herdez and nods once.

“Okay,” he rasps, gripping the wall with his free hand. “Okay. We’re gonna make idiot tacos.”

“The fuck is that.”

“Better than Taco Bell, but still a lie.” He shoves the jar back in and starts coughing again. “Somebody get out the hamburger and a. A frying pan.”

#the squad #jason todd #plotless fluff #sickfic #flu sucks #it sucks more when your whole house is down #ficlet

[frihetkanske]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald Characters: Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald Additional Tags: One Shot, Post-Coital Cuddling, Intimacy, Top Albus Dumbledore, Bottom Gellert Grindelwald, Good Gellert Grindelwald, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Professor Gellert Grindelwald, Professor Albus Dumbledore, pillowtalk, Cuddling & Snuggling, Middle-Aged Husbands, They are so in love, Endearments, Fluff without Plot Summary:

Gellert welcomes Albus home from a conference in a certain way, much to their mutual pleasure.

#grindeldore #fanfiction #ao3 #oneshot #plotless fluff #mywriting #albus x gellert

[thotforcsy]

a heartbeat of indulgence, a tantalising mirage

(♡) fandom: up10tion, pdx (♡) pairing: wooseok/jinhyuk (♡) rating: general (♡) 1456 words (♡) complete (1/1)

The first thing Wooseok is aware of is warmth. He feels so, so warm.  

(Alternatively: Wooseok falls asleep in Jinhyuk's bed and then spends the next morning pining after him.)

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#weishin #c: kim wooseok #c: lee jinhyuk #up10tion #pdx #up10tion fic #s: weishin #pseud: flying_dream #jasmine's pdx fics #ao3 link #fluff #plotless fluff #pre-relationship #crushes #uni au

[eishxn]

—EP 0, BEFORE BACK TO SCHOOL

KYS [AFFECTIONATELY]

—scaramouche x male! reader smau

synopsis: a classical pianist who lost his passion for music, only seeing it as a bore and a pain—got the interest of a certain band member of a rising band. Kunikuzushi is already tired of his group's bullshit but now venti is adding another member—and it's his greatest academic rival too.

genre: academic rivals, social media au, band au, enemies to lovers, gay asf, slow burn, college au, modern au.

warnings: mommy and daddy issues, mentions of kys and kms jokes, ooc scaramouche, heavy swearing because come on this is scara we're talking about, depression<3, anxiety, will probably have nsfw, baby's first time making smau, use of alcohol courtesy of venti, suggestive topics, miscommunication, slight homophobia, male x male, classical musician meets rock band member kind of thing lmfao.

notes: to be honest, I still don't understand how twitter works lmfao.

MASTERLIST | MASTERPOST | » EP 1

© 2023 | do not copy, repost or translate my works onto any other platforms without my permission.

tags (open): crossed out means I cannot tag you

@ozzierenato @wanderchive @endingstar222 @lorizarei @otomegame-oneshots @motherscrustytoenailclippings @carrotcrate @lovessnarii @sukunasrealgf @kunikya @klanxii @st4rcheese @miaouusoup @d0min1qu3 @cookieofwishes @moonplethxra @magica-ren @k1an4a @ainnofinway @b2tr09 @qingquesque @fogturtle @parcqq @rainysharky @yuumaofc @colorfall @eliqusgenma @monaypo1 @beriiov @orionicchaos @scaramoo @haunts-gh0st

#𝗞𝗬𝗦 [𝗔𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗬] — 𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗫𝗡 #genshin wanderer #genshin impact #genshin smau #wanderer #scaramouche x you #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x male reader #scaramouche #Aggressively plotless #I cannot emphasize that enough #Stop fighting and KISS #Unbetad Unedited Unhinged #Not technically a crackfic #just unapologetically unhinged #The plot slid in there sorry #These tags had me questioning my life choices

[darlingdesire]

ADORE

just a plotless fluffy block of writing about how whipped Matty is for Y/N. (first time writing for Matty)

Matty woke up early in the morning, feeling the warmth of the sun's first rays seeping through the curtains. He looked over to see Y/N sleeping soundly beside him, facing him, her chest rising and falling with each breath. He couldn't help but smile as he gazed at her, her beauty taking his breath away.

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, reveling in the softness of her skin. To him, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He loved the way she smiled, the way she laughed, and the way she looked at him with those sparkling eyes.

God, he thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He knew he had never seen anyone as beautiful as Y/N. Every time he looked at her, he was struck by her stunning features. He loved the way her hair fell in loose strands around her face, the way her eyes glimmered when she smiled, and the way her lips formed a perfect pout that he loved kissing.

Y/N was more than just beautiful. Etheral, yes. But it was also her character that drew him to her. She was kind, funny, and intelligent, and he was constantly in awe of her. He loved the way she laughed at his jokes, the way she listened to him when he talked, and the way she always seemed to know just what he needed.

Matty knew that Y/N was beautiful both inside and out. He loved the way she cared for others, always putting their needs before her own. He admired her intelligence, her drive, and her unwavering determination to succeed in everything she did.

Matty couldn't help but stare at Y/N in wonder. He loved the way she moved, the way she talked, and the way she just seemed to light up the room.

Y/N was a work of art, a masterpiece that he was lucky enough to have in his life. He knew that she was special, and he cherished every moment they spent together.

He would often tell Y/N how beautiful she was, but he knew that his words could never do her justice. She was simply too perfect, too stunning, too amazing for words. So with a kiss to every inch if her skin, he thought that all the love he had pent up inside would transfer onto her. Actions served greater than words.

Matty was grateful every day for the gift of Y/N's presence in his life. He knew that he would never find anyone else like her, and he thanked his lucky stars that she was his.

As he continued to gaze at her, he thought about how much he loved her. Y/N had helped him become the person he is today, and he was grateful for every moment he had with her. She had changed his outlook on life, made him appreciate the small things, and showed him what true love was.

He couldn't imagine his life without her. Y/N was the light in his life, the one who had filled his days with joy and happiness. Matty knew he would never find anyone else like her, and he cherished every moment they spent together.

Matty leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on Y/N's forehead, feeling her stir in her sleep. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, savoring the feel of her warm body against his.

He knew he was head over heels in love with her. Y/N was his everything, and he would do anything for her. He wanted to make her feel special, to show her how much she meant to him.

Matty closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of Y/N's hair. He felt his heart swell with love and admiration, and he couldn't help but whisper to her, "You have no clue, do you?" And let it simmer out into the open for a few seconds, all while his dark eyes continued to trickle over his girl’s face, “how much I adore you.”

#matty healy x reader #matty #matty healy #matty healy imagine #ratty matty #ratty healy #the 1975 #fluff #romantic #fluffy #imagine #drabble #plotless #rare side of matty #matty healy fluff #matty healy drabble #i’m dying #i love him #why is it so dry out here #we need to do better #we need more #i need more

[harmaanoita]

After yesterday's angst fest, lets have some gentle, cheesy fluff today, right?

#bojere #bojere week 2024 #my fics #it's just mindless plotless cheesiest fluff I've ever written

[lunar-years]

Relationship: Roy/Jamie/Keeley

Summary: Keeley comes down with a nasty infection. She’s more than capable of taking care of herself, but lucky for her, Roy and Jamie are there to remind her she doesn’t always have to.

Or, Keeley might have scarlet fever and makes Roy and Jamie watch Beth die in Little Women about it

Or, I christen the "Keeley Jones Needs a Hug" tag on Ao3

#royjamiekeeley #roy kent #jamie tartt #keeley jones #hurt/comfort #but with far more comfort than hurt i assure you #it's basically plotless fluff for 10k words #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #my writing #my fanfics #my fics #SHE'S HERE! #i know i said i was going to post this last night but then i had the brainworm that they should adopt a dog and i added another 1k words lo #im always on here lying about my timelines you guys should know this

[charmwasjess]

Just dropping some short, pure brain-rotting shippy fluff for those looking to recover from the violence of the mines this week 💙⛏️

#this is plotless fluff but the syfoku's tag so little that I feel ok polluting it with things that neither advance plot nor reveal character #my contribution to the glory of the mines #⛏️⛏️⛏️ #my writing

[booksandpaperss]

My toxic trait is that I rarely read epilogues in fanfic bc once the drama is over I am immediately bored 

like I’m glad ppl actually take the time to write them to make their story more finished but I am not built to care about obstacle-less and drama free romance 💔

#maybe it’s the aromanticism #this is also why I don’t read plotless fluff #ao3 #fanfic stuff #elli’s random thoughts

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

Trent falls asleep in Ted's arms, content.

#just plotless cuddly fluff. adorable #trent crimm #tedependent #tedtrent #ted x trent #my writing #ted lasso

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

RED DYE NO. 40, a silverVdyne fic ( rated E, 4.8k words )

summary: Johnny never comes back from a gig without some sort of loudly voiced grievance or complaint; luckily, Kerry and V are there to help. tags: PWP, fluff, established relationship, post-canon, teasing as a love language, threesome, dirty talk, face fucking

( READ MORE HERE ) ( RBs AND COMMENTS MUCH APPRECIATED )

#cp 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #johnny silverhand #silvervdyne #silverdyne #johnnyv #thirsty thursday #stomping in a glass house #i was gonna post part of this for wip Wednesday but then realized I should just finish it #this fic is entirely plotless. Just cotton candy fluff and smut. beach read if u will

[pinkiepiebones]

Can you talk about maybe Copia practicing magic? Like rituals and stuff? Special probably finds it super interesting, right?

"Everyone has a little bit of magic in them."

Copia has been told this since he was very small. As he got older, he came to understand that this wasn't some sort of Satanic church version of a greeting card slogan- it was, is, quite literal. He saw magic performed in the church for rituals and rites. He was taught that it was something he could do, too, someday. If time allowed.

Papa Emeritus the Fourth was sitting in one of the sub-basements. A mold ghoul- an Earth Ghoul by creation but one better suited to cultivating mysterious fungi than flora that required sunlight- had led the Papa down the claw-hewn corridors, faintly glowing with the bioluminescence of the lichen attached to it's horns. It stopped and beckoned the Papa through a narrow fissure in the rock. The Papa slipped through and found himself in a dark cavern. The ghoul reached out into the darkness and pushed forth a piece of it's own magic; the moss and slimes alone the cavern walls and ceiling began to faintly glow in a reactionary rainbow of chemical colours.

"Ah," the Papa said. "Neat."

He waved the ghoul away and withdrew a knife from his sleeve. He knelt, and started to carve.

-

The nameless ghoul known as Special is walking down the hall. Or, rather, he is running on the ceiling of the hall. He is a ghoul, but he is a strange ghoul who glamours up as a human and wears clothing. He is scatterbrained and obnoxious, usually. Today he is moving with a determination and single-mindedness that unnerves all of the humans in the church who are familiar with Special's ... special-ness.

The ghoul drops to the floor and continues his march down one of the more spiral-y staircases.

//WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU// one of his siblings asks, floating alongside him.

"I'm lookin' for C- uhh, the Papa."

//YOUR FACADE INDICATES ANGER.//

"What? No, I'm- I'm worried is what I am." He stops to point at his glamoured face. "This can be worry, too."

The other ghoul stares, as ghouls do. //WHY DO YOU WORRY ABOUT THE PAPA?//

Special begins walking again, but with a bit less aggression in his steps. "I'm worried he's doing somethin' stupid. The Papas are able to do more than your usual human, but-" He stops again, and moves his hands and makes noises as though he is trying to weave the air into words. "There's a human phrase, it's like, 'you've bitten off more than you can chew,' and is not literally, uh, about eating, it's-"

//I AM AWARE OF IDIOMS.//

Special blinks. He grins with perfectly imperfect teeth.

"Well, good. So you know what I'm dealin' with. Papa's bein' a bit of an idiom right now."

--

When Special gets to the sub-basement it is mostly empty save for a few mold ghouls motionlessly monitoring cheese wheels in one claw-hewn room and a pack of Aether ghouls on a low ceiling, gem hunting. Special hates being underground, in the dark and the quiet. It reminds him of the concept of death. It is not something of which he likes to be reminded.

He finds the Papa- Copia- by following his heart- that is, the sound of Copia's heartbeat (ghouls possess no hearts, nor any other meddlesome organ). Special wedges himself into the fissure in the stone and finds himself in the cavern.

"Stop!"

Special's simulated sneakers slide on pebbles but he stops himself before he falls face-first on Copia's carvings. The floor of the cavern is littered with carefully carved circles and lines, every one precisely placed. Copia is in the center of the designs, standing with his arms spread, blood dripping from designs carved in his palms. Little slivers of black light begin to dance in the outermost circles like hungry eels, writhing for Copia's blood. Special walks onto the wall and moves onto the ceiling, disturbing the glowing fungus and causing spores to scatter.

"Whatcha doin' babe?"

Copia chuckles. "Magic."

Special sits cross-legged on the ceiling and looks down at Copia's work.

"What kinda magic?"

Copia smirks. He snaps his fingers.

The light in the cavern extinguishes immediately. Special glances around; even his ghoulish eyes cannot make sense of the utter Dark in which he sits.

Then, the black light in the carvings thrums to life. It pulses through the visible light spectrum, a heartbeat of something so ancient and so inexorably intertwined in Copia's blood, his heart, his existence. The moss and fungus ripple with their own light, too, and the cavern seems to sway with the energies that are mingling and dancing together. It is wondrous and unholy.

Special looks up to see Copia levitating near him.

"So?"

Special shrugs. "Did you really have to come down to the basement to practice?"

Copia sputters. "The fuck, man? I'm a good six meters off the ground, here! Where the hell else am I supposed to practice this shit?? And the blood for the black light, you know how hard that is to scrub out of the tile upstairs??"

Special grins and stands. He and Copia are face to face. "You can do whatever you want, babe. You're Papa."

"So I can practice magic where I want to."

Special sucks air through his teeth, a feat considering he has no lungs most of the time. "I mean, I guess? Just lemme know next time?"

"Of course."

The lights begin to fade as Copia lowers himself but Special stops him with and excited noise. "Wait, wait!"

"What?"

Special hops yp and down on the ceiling. "Gimme a Spider-Man kiss! C'mon, we're in the perfect position for it!"

The Papa sighs with a smile. "You are so weird."

#ghost bc #the band ghost #spooky ideas #speshcope #goofy nonsense. Plotless fluff.

[dnfao3tags]

DNF Reclist - Slice of Life/Plotless

aka fluff without plot :]

— the brink of boldness by xshittylialife (gen | comp. | 20k)

#GeorgeisinFlorida

— I blinked and suddenly by sweetuhcreature (gen | comp. | 7k)

Everything is better in person (bits and pieces of George's first six months in Florida, as experienced by Dream).

— ready to fight a god by primdise (series | gen | wip [3 works, all comp.] | 14k)

an xdnf au where george is a broke college student and dream is a homeless god, and then they were roommates

note: i love this series so much, solid gold i swear

— shampoo bottles, dish washing and loving by rednow (teen | comp. | 1k)

Dream and George are domestic as shit when in the kitchen together, but who can blame them? It's a Saturday, they're with their favorite person and Shampoo Bottles plays in the background.

— Love bites by ncthcritc (teen | comp. | 500 words)

And Dream loves George right back. It’s just that they show it in different ways.

note: what i wouldn't give for a longer fic w biting as a love language, such a cute fic

— but i was always on my way to him by womanhunt (teen | comp. | 2k)

Dream and George spend their first night together after meeting.

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