"Gray-sama . . . what are you doing?" His head snapped up and the angry heat drained from his face as he stared into blue, horrified. There was a mess . . . a mess in front of him, a mess of ripped envelopes, torn heart-shaped stickers, and shredded love poems. Crap./In which Gray jealously reads through the mail that Lyon sends Juvia. Gruvia. Oneshot.

Shifting in her seat in a manner that appeared uncomfortable, she told him with a surprisingly bitter tone, "Juvia doesn't like the snow." And with those words, his headache abruptly disappeared on account of the sheer shock that had taken its place. Juvia didn't like the snow? Snow was...snow was himself. Gray was snow, and she...didn't she claim to love him?/ Gruvia, R&R, Oneshot

Just how many,"  it's a growl, surprising and forceful (but she likes it) as a hand passes, then halts over her chest, just above that frenetic thudding under her ribcage, "hearts do you have in here, Yoruichi-sama?" Yoruichi almost can't catch her breath, yet she can, undeniably, flash her signature grin. "Only . . . only several thousand."/Yorusoi, R&R, Oneshot, TBtP timeline.

She is tired. Because how many times must she be bathing, only to look up and find her in the water with her? Walk into her division barracks, only to find her on the throne and watch as she slowly fades away? Roll over underneath the sheets, find her heat, and then feel as it dissipates? How much longer must she suffer?/ A premature reunion- YoruSoi, one-shot, R&R

"We shouldn't be . . . doing this, Yoruichi-sama . . . ." These words, all the time, every time they're here, like this, are always uttered from her throat, even as she's writhing beneath her, even as her face flushes and she calls her name like that. And Yoruichi will give her that look, that look that says addressing this is taboo— taboo, just like their actions now./ YoruSoi

"Have you ever even been in love, Yoruichi?" The question flew forth from her mouth before she could even think it through, and for a fleeting second, the Shihouin appeared to falter, nearly stumbling as well. She stopped, and Suì noticed that it was meant to seem like a thoughtful pause instead of a startled halt. "Ah . . ." Their fingers brush. "Just once."/ YoruSoi, AU, R&R