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[assortedvillainvault]

I said I was gonna request you, and i'm finally here. Can I request more fluff Headcanons for Facilier, Headless horseman and Horned king?? 🥺 Thank uuu 💫💫 hope you're doing amazing btw <3

BUBBLY i'm so so sorry for the wait on this, I've done nothing but rotate this ask in my head for 12 months, please enjoy-!

FLUFF HEADCANNONS

Dr Faciler:

- This MAN-

- Smooooooth as butter in a slow warmed skillet in summer.

- He’s an elegant chaperone draped in shadow, a hand in the darkness, a gentlemanly escort through the city streets, he’s basically able to hear you through every dark nook and cranny in New Orleans and assistance for anything is only the bat of an eyelash at a dark alley away.

- There’s. There’s so many petnames. The way he purrs ‘Darlin’’ feels like some kind of sin.

- You better believe half of New Orleans owes him a favour or two, so when he decides to take you out on the town, you’re getting nothing but the best service. It may not be the kind of highfalootin’ places he feels you deserve, but hidden in alleyways and in cellars lives New Orleans most raucous, lively, swingin’ nightlife and you’ll both be dancing till your feet fall off.

- Even as you both go for a pleasant walk around town, his ceaseless fingers are dipping into pockets and swiping passersby to get you something nice.

- While you’ve grown used to the sensation of being watched from the darkness, Facilier started taking pains to steer you away from where the city borders the bayou after you told him you felt watched there too.

- Mama Odie has her ways of keeping tabs on you both – and the horrified look on Facilier’s face when she hollered across the river “Stand up straight!” and “Y/N better be eatin’ right!” and “I better see some grandbabies!” (regardless of gender, she has her ways) was priceless.

Headless Horseman:

- Though he can vocalise, it often hurts, so when you appeared with a book on sign language he couldn’t help but sweep you up into a tight embrace.

- You’ve gotten familiar with the signs for ‘hello’ and ‘come here’ and ‘I love you’, the last being something he takes great pride in making you blush with.

- If you don’t know how to ride, he’ll teach you, though you know for a fact his horse Alpatraum only tolerates it because the Horseman is there to supervise. You’re getting thrown otherwise.

- (since learning said horse has a severe weakness for sugar cubes you’ve been graduated from ‘annoyance’ to ‘my annoyance with snacks’. He’ll let you pet him eventually, don’t worry.)

- If you have your own horse, it’s romantic nighttime rides through the woods as far as the eye can see. But HH's favourite is when you smirk and dare him to catch you, taking off at a gallop and laughing as he races in pursuit, the horses hooves like thunder as he gives chase.

- He loves it when you get chilly, because it means he can wrap you up in his cloak and snuggle in the saddle.

- Lowkey loves it when you carve him new faces/heads for halloween, though does have a slight caveat that you please keep the design somewhat frightening. If he’s left with the hello kitty pumpkin again yes he’ll begrudgingly wear it because you worked hard on it but you’re getting stuck up a tree as penance.

The Horned King

- Tf do you mean fluff he’s cold he’s hard he’s ragged he is terror he is death whispered on the wind-

-If you kiss his hand he nearly pitches over.

- The longer you’re in his company, the more you can observe his mocking use of endearments become ever so slowly more sincere, until only he is allowed to call you sweet things – which becomes a rule enforced with ruthless efficiency in his castle.

-He enjoys walking and talking with you, which is good because you’re the only person on the goddamn planet that can convince this lich to leave his depression hole of a private tower and get him to experience a change of scenery. Even just around the parapets would be enough, and then he gets to offer you his arm for the uneven ground and have you lean on him and oh, yes absolutely dear we can make this a daily occurrence-

- His major love language is quality time – simply being in your presence is enough to soothe the hard edges of any day. His favourite thing is just the two of you existing in the same space, quietly doing your own thing, and maybe settling in for some idle handholding just to make things Perfect.

- As a sidenote – you know the thing? With the gentle handholding and the little thumb-stroke over the back of the hand? Yeah. Yeah. That.

- Because he struggles with actually directly verbalising soft feelings (he’s allergic to announcing he’s secretly made of bone shaped mush), he’s come up with the genius coping mechanism of ‘Acts of Service – gaslighting edition’.

- Example:

- “...Sire did you order the men to renovate my room??”

- “The castle requires upkeep, my dear.”

- “...but the renovations seem to comprise of. Just my room.”

- “...Perhaps once the men and Creeper prove themselves deserving of leakproof roofs and sufficient insulation I will order their quarters improved also. Now hush.”

Once again Bubbly I'm so sorry for the wait, I hope you like these little bits!!

[hopepaigeturner]

🎄 Giftmas Day 2: Handmade Gifts

The first Christmas for the Crane family, where old and new traditions meet.

OR

Eloise and the kids' first christmas. Tooth rotting fluff.

*~*~*~*

“Merry Christmas,” Eloise whispered.

“With you it is,” Phillip whispered back, his arm pulled her into him and she curled, taking solace in the heat of his naked body and his soft smile.

Over the years and ballrooms, many gentlemen had smiled at her—or more precisely they smirked, or titled their lips with suave and arrogance. Phillip never did so.

“I do not think even my presence can transform something as special as Christmas.”

“Oh, my darling,” his callused hand tilted her chin up, “you transform everything.”

No other gentlemen had ever kissed her, but she knew they would not feel as good as Phillip’s kisses. The first one was always soft, drawing sweetness from her very roots when all her life she had been told she was as coarse as summer soil. The second was always a little more heated as she started to participate, their hands curling around each other. The third, a tipping point, a lazy tangle of tongues that, in the moments she lost, no longer felt like a surrender but an acquiesce.

Phillip rolled over, hand skimming from her waist to her bottom,

“Merry, merry, Christmas indeed,” he gravelled into her mouth, nipping her lip. Eloise gasped and chased his lips back, kissing with a ferocity that made him moan.

“I feel we should make some new traditions,” Eloise whispered.

“Why Lady—"

“Father!”

Suddenly the doors burst open.

Phillip cursed and rolled away from Eloise to face their children.

“What are you doing here?” he cried, and Eloise knew it was not anger that flushed his cheeks.

Their bright smiles drained away.

“We wanted to surprise you…” Oliver said, ever so quietly, “Eloise told me that…that…she used to climb into bed with her mummy and daddy…”

“Oh,” Eloise put her hand over her mouth and turned to Phillip. “We did. It was the only day we were allowed into their bedchambers—unless we had nightmares. We would choose one present to open,” her voice softened as it walked through golden memories, “Eventually all eight of us would be there, although the elder ones typically allowed the younger to come into bed. It was a tradition.”

“We brought presents as well.” Amanda held up, “one for you father and one for Eloise.”

Philip did not speak, and Eloise waited.

Philip had improved in leaps and bounds from the hesitant father she had first met, always making time in the day for his children. But Eloise knew that it took time to undo habits…years rather than months.

Philip sat up and patted the bedsheets.

“Come on then, hop up.”

Oliver and Amanda squealed with delight and scrabbled up the bed, launching themselves onto their father. Philip laughed, his booming laugh that always filled a room with its emotion. However…

“I want to sit next to father.”

“No, I want to.”

“But I—”

“Your father can sit in the middle with each of you on either side.”

The twins huffed but, as usual, they obeyed and soon all four of them were squished together in a huddle, arms overlapping.

“Now, what are these wonderful presents you have brought?”

The twins lit up again and handed one haphazardly wrapped present to Eloise and one to Philip.

“Open them together!”

Quickly they tore off the wrapping paper and Philip hooted.

“This is brilliant.” He held up two little snowmen with twigs for arms and seed-covered lard for their bodies.

The twins preened under his praise.

“Mrs Austen said we could give it to the birds.”

“We could hang it outside your greenhouse.”

“Then you could have lots of birds to keep you company.”

“That would…” Philip swallowed thickly, only years of supressing his emotions enabled him to keep his tears at bay. “Thank you.” He kissed both their heads. “Darling, what…”

Eloise had not moved since opening her present, a present laid gently down on her lap.

It was a painting. A painting of a night sky with stars, trees and snowflakes made from potato prints. Then four little figures; the tall one being Philip, the one with frizzy hair being Amanda, the one with a little paintbrush in his hand was Oliver, and then there was Eloise. Eloise whose little blob of a hand held Philip’s hand. Beneath Amanda had written, in the loopy handwriting her governess always chastised her for: The Crane Family 1824. Amanda, Oliver, Father and Mama Crane.

Eloise had never been able to suppress her emotions. She looked up with tears rolling down her face.

“Do you not like it?” Amanda asked, voice trembling.

“No, no,” Eloise wiped away the tears. “I love it. Come here,” she leant over and crushed Amanda to her. Then shifted to take Oliver in her embrace. “I love it, I love you, I love you all so very, very much.”

“I like this—can we do this every year?” Oliver asked, looking up at her with shining eyes.

“Ofcourse we can,” Eloise replied. All three of them looked over to Philip.

Ofcourse,” he kissed the children’s foreheads lovingly, then looked up at Eloise with that lovely, gentle smile, “After all, it is about time we made some new traditions.”

[wh1sp3rr]

sickly sweet romance of u & jay

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“jay,” you softly say.

your legs are stretched long on the soft beige duvet cover, blanket pulled up to jason’s chest, it riding just by your waist with you sat up straight. you look out the window, prickly raindrops sound as they hit the double panned glass, moonlight bathing your skin blue.

he’s breathing softly, body facing you so you watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest as his eyes stay shut in rest. he doesn’t hear you yet the sleepy sight of him makes you warm inside: hot and in love. you bite the inner part of your bottom lip and rake your fingers through his hair so to rouse him, he always did like when you did that. “jason.” you whisper shout, a little more playful than before and stroke his jawline quickly from ear to chin.

“mm?” he monosyllabically hums, still half-asleep. his mouth hardly moves but his eyebrows curiously wrinkle.

you drop down to his level and watch him like a puppy, eyes big and pupils wide, you just have to kiss his nose. “come on, baby. wake upp,” you slightly whine.

he doesn’t answer but smacks his lips a little and his entire expression creases briefly then reverts back to his sleepy, frozen self. he reaches for your face, feels around to grab your cheek since he refuses to open his eyes and awake from sleep, and cups your cheek. you smile, knowing this was his way of letting you know he was listening, even if he maybe wasn’t. you kiss his inner palm: the fatty part below his thumb— peck his wrist and then slide on top of him, kissing his cheek and his temple and near his eyes and by his jaw but not his lips, not yet.

with each kiss jason gains a little bit more consciousness, a little more happier and charmed by your excessive showering of affection he so tenderly loves. he groans, breathes out deeply and plants his hands on your hips, eyes squinting open, “alright. you’ve got my attention now.” he announces.

you smile and giggle, “so you’ll only listen to me if i’m kissing you?” your laugh reverberates through the thin cotton of your top into jason’s chest—deep in his bones, with your hearts only layers of skin, flesh and muscle away from touching.

he shakes the insinuation off, “nah baby, it’s not even like that.” he wraps his arms around your waist, belts them up real tight and pulls you in—hugs and rests in the little crook of your neck, breathes in the foggy remnants of today’s earlier perfume, kisses your cheek. loud smooch. “just tired.” he stays nestled in that tiny space by your neck.

you pout. want to whine at the fact that jay’s defo not gonna wake up and you’ll have to go do something on your own. you get that sleep is important to him and whatever it is that he does that requires him to come home absurdly late smelling a lot like blood and cigarettes but still it was only midnight on a friday, basically 8pm on any other day.

“you smell nice,” his lips tickle your neck and you shyly half-smile at the compliment.

“thank you.” softly you say.

“why you still up? you ain’t tired yet?” he asks, lips tickling your neck more.

“jason,” you whine a bit, roll your eyes too, even in the thick bluey darkness, “it’s only midnight. i’m surprised you even went to bed.”

“i’m tired, honey.” he rubs his face into your crook like a sleepy child, “and it was a slow night tonight. figured i deserved a break.” you can feel him slightly move his hands whilst he talks, nod a small yes to yourself even though you still weren’t quite sure what it was that he did.

“i still don’t really get what your job is.” you state, wanting him to elaborate.

he strokes your hair and gently says, “later, baby. later.”

you pout.

“don’t pout.”

you drop your jaw and pull back to see his face, “how’d you know i was doing that?”

“cuz i know my girl.” you smile down bashfully: sincerely. he picks your head up by kissing you. sweetly at first but, like always, a little nippy and sort of wild.

he pulls away before anything escalates and his voice sort of drops to this low, honeyed kind of hum, “you know i trust you with my life, right?” he cups your face.

you smile and hold the hand that’s on your cheek and kiss it as confirmation, “and you with mine.” you retaliate, a little hopeful for if he’ll finally share his secret with you. he rubs his thumb, a soft movement on your cheekbone.

“the shit i do—what i do…it’s not safe or i guess you could say, not conventional.” he searches between your eyes for any sort of understanding, hoping you get his meaning.

“i figured.” you calmly respond. “so what is it?” you push him.

he sighs. or maybe groans. whatever it was, he quickly looks down with such a look of torn you’d never seen. it makes you worry a bit—startle you. you had prepared for the worst: hitman, supplier, even a villain’s ally, training yourself to being accepting given if it were someone with fairer moral value. maybe someone like poison ivy or…

“red hood.” he dissyllabically says, with no real discernible tone, though he looks straight ahead at you and stares.

“is…” you wanna ask him if that’s who he works for but if there’s anything the people of gotham know, it’s that the red hood works alone. so you swallow that obsolete question and instead present with: “i kind of already knew.”

he looks up at you, wide eyed and ready to hear more.

“well i didn’t know know, i just knew that it was something ‘unconventional’. i was pretty convinced you were a hitman, it always made sense to me that’d if given the opportunity you’d be a good shot.” you flirt sweetly but still genuine. jay smiles softly, his eyes grow curious, his head somewhat tilted.

“what gave it away?”

you point at the few bits of dirty laundry behind him thrown over a chair, “you come in with a lot of blood.”

his mouth forms an ‘o’ shape and he even makes the expressions the brows as if he’s said it, but no sound comes out.

you see it as an opportunity to kiss him, gently let him know you’re still there, and to not let him drift off into despair. “i’m glad you told me.

he takes your hand and places it flat on his chest, palm desperately close to his heart: it drums. “thought you’d dump me.”

you smile and kiss his nose, “not a chance.”

a silence briefly erupts and the two of you just stare at each other, moonlight glazing each one of your doubled reflections in the other’s pair of eyes: an utter warmth of transparency and trust and bond that’ll never grow old.

“i…” you start, jason’s ears immediately prick up, attentive to hear anything you’ll say. “are you still sleepy?”

benignly: “less now.” he pauses, “why? what do you wanna do?”

“just talk,” the duvet cover’s fabric echoes as you move to slide your arm down, propping yourself up with your upright elbow, chin in palm. “tell me about one of your days.” you slowly blink, madly in love.

“when i’m out fighting?” he asks, heart swelling at how loving you’re being, someday he’ll marry you he thinks.

“anything.” you slow, gentle voice lulls.

his thumb trills your knuckles back and forth before he begins: “alright.”

© WHISPER 2K24 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

[puppysirie0-0]

Can I request an angst Aleksander Morozova fix where is wife just head there son and it was a really hard birth and all he can remember is her scream and cry while clutching his hand. She’s asleep and the baby wakes up, at first Aleksander is a bit apprehensive to hold him but doesn’t want his wife to wake up. So he hold the baby and when he sees that the baby has Y/n’s eyes he just falls in love. Sorry if this was long. Hopping you have a wonderful day ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Husband!Aleksander Morozova x Wife!Reader

Warnings: There is none, it just a BIG OL' FLUFFY FLUFFY BEAR

When Aleks heard about the baby he was scared but also delighted. He knew exactly what NOT to do, but he didn't know what TO do. And not to mention the state of the world. It was no place to raise a child. But nontheless, he was elated to be starting a family with you, his wife.

Aleksander was by your side when your water broke. He stayed by your side as you were in labor. He watched you cry and scream. Listened as you yelled bloody murder for your child to come into the world. He wiped your tears and swiped the sweat off your forehead. Held your hand as you squeezed it so hard it felt it would fall off from the lack of circulation.

Once the baby was delivered he almost felt disappointment. His wife had been in pain and not only could he not help her but he was part of the cause.

You pass out after the baby was cleaned and fed. You held your daughter in your arms but Aleks was yet to. But the baby starts wailing right after you fell asleep and Aleksander knew he could at least help with this.

He walked over to the cradle and held out his hand. He was trying to muster the nerve to go up and lift the baby. You had already decided a name, Luna. He walked over and created shadows to amuse the child, but she just continued crying.

He picks her up, just like the nurses had. Dealing special attention to her head and trying his best to support her. He looks down at her as she stops crying. He had nothing but a loose tunic on, having abandoned his kefta and other layers while you were in labor. The baby is flush against he exposed chest as he holds her.

He continues to stare down at her before he notices her eyes. She had the same eyes as you, a light grey. He had poured pools upon pools of love into eyes just like those and this time was no different. As soon he saw the familiar eyes on Luna's cherub face, his heart had melted.

You woke up in the morning to see Aleks napping with Luna on his chest. Luna laid there in the silence of the early morning to see your husband. You admired the two, your two favorite beings in the same room as you. You were exhausted but you were happy. You were irrecoverably and irreversibly happy. No one would take this from you, No one at all.

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A/N

Thank you so much for the ask, I absolutely loved writing this! Have a great evening to anyone still awake, and amazing day to anyone getting up. Again, my inbox and messages are always open if you want to send in a request or just talk. Love y'all, mwah!

[mylittleredgirl]

the fluff fic fest is back!

i have a lot to atone for given how many thousands of words of angst i wrote last year leading up to a single fluffy scene, so i'm both taking another crack at it and spreading the word!

dreamwidth community with all the details: fluffityfluffexchange.dreamwidth.org

typical fic exchange requirements of 1000 word minimum fic or original art on unlined paper. they take a broad view of fluff, including angstifluff and smut tropes.

nominations are open now!! (a great part of this exchange is that nominations will continue to be open through sign-ups, but i learned last year it's good to seed the ground early so more people will use your pairings & tags...)

sign-ups: march 26-april 2

assignments due: may 26

works revealed: may 31

creators revealed: june 7

tagset for nominations: here!!

refer to the community for all instructions, but short version is: you can use / and & relationships, and instead of using the canon relationship tags, you add a (fandom or abbreviation) disambiguation at the end of each one -- e.g. fox mulder/dana scully (xf) or margaret houlihan & hawkeye pierce (mash tv).

additional tags: nominate specific or vague tropes you'd like to see! (e.g. "character a thinks something bad happened to character b but actually they were just picking up mcdonalds" or "hurt/comfort fluff")

edit: i am NOT the creator or mod of this event!! check out the dreamwidth for the mod info ☺️

[getawayfox]

Last prompt!🥺 @hdcandyheartsfest it’s been so fun! This is 190 words for “Honeymoon”.

Sending air kisses all the way to @crazybutgood 😘

“When was the last time you were on vacation?”

Silence. Draco is standing at the sink with his back to Harry, washing dishes after their dinner. He does it the Muggle way, says it helps him clear his mind. His fingers are gentle on a wine glass.

“Draco…”

“I’m thinking,” he says, sinking another glass into the water.

Harry slides his hands around his middle, kisses the back of his neck. Feels Draco relax a fraction.

“Not all of us have unlimited free time at our disposal, you know,” Draco tells the suds.

Harry works his hands up, rubs Draco’s shoulders gently. “Last month, you did double shifts because Padma was on her honeymoon. So don’t tell me that Healers don’t ever go on holidays.”

“Yes, well. Honeymoon’s different.”

Harry’s eyebrows shoot up. His hands pause their work on Draco’s back. “Let’s get married, then. Let’s do it right now and we can be on the beach tomorrow!”

Draco snorts. “You’d do anything to see me in a pair of swimming shorts.” He turns in the circle of Harry’s arms, kisses him, slow, lingering. “Holidays, then. Tell me where you want to go.”

[ch0co-ch1ps]

so.. I randomly thought of a Drabble since I legit have no readers so <;/3 yeah.

Just thinking about.. Dad!Kuroo who would spoil his two year old daughter with stuffed animals..

Dad!Kuroo who loves his daughter so much, when she was born. He cried nonstop at the hospital.. the water works keep comin’..

Dad!Kuroo who shares memories with his daughter, using a memory book? i legitimately do not have a clue what they’re called.. (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ and a year book; both the parents.

[honeysucklepink]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Glee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Valentine's Day Fluff, Klaine Valentines Challenge Summary:

From sunrise to midnight, read Kurt and Blaine's first Valentine's Day as husbands through Blaine's eyes.

[marquisguyun]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shěn Jiǔ | Original Shěn Qīngqiū & Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū Characters: Shěn Jiǔ | Original Shěn Qīngqiū, Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū Additional Tags: Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Shěn Jiǔ | Original Shěn Qīngqiū and Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū are Not the Same Person, Platonic Cuddling, Shěn Jiǔ | Original Shěn Qīngqiū & Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū are Siblings Summary:

While visiting his brother in the Bamboo House, Shen Yuan doesn't want to walk home in the rain.

[tabbi-mysteries]

Secret Santa here again! I could definitely see Shinichi or Makoto being the worst at gift-giving. And now I’m laughing at the thought of Genta giving someone an eel bowl 😆

Next question: on a scale of 1-10 with 1 being no fluff and 10 being so much fluff that it gives you a toothache, how much fluff do you prefer in fics centered around any of your ships?

I just used the word fluff way too many times.

Fluff.

- Secret Santa

10! I adore fluff!!!

Well actually most things in fics are great, I also enjoy angst but oh do I love fluff! Cheesy lines! Romantic cliches! Somehow all of the things I find myself rolling my eyes at in general become sooo good when it's in fanfic/fanart of ships I like XD

[burningaurora]

Day 6 - [Podfic] Falling For You, Like Snow On a Christmas Night by @engie-ivy

One-shot | Length: 11:06 | Rating: G

Remus is new in Godric’s Hollow, and Euphemia Potter seems to have already decided he's perfect for her second son. Remus soon finds himself falling for the young man, much too soon. It might just be a Holiday flirtation, after all.

Listen on: AO3 | Streaming

[hopepaigeturner]

🎄 Giftmas Day 7: Jewellery--Hyareth

Canon-compliant. Gareth has a special present to give Hyacinth on their 10th wedding anniversary...

*~*~*~*~*

1835

“How have I put up with you for ten years?”

Gareth St. Clair looked up at his wife who was perched on top of a ladder. Impressively, she had hauled the thing across three rooms just to look on top of the wardrobe in the spare bedroom.  

Hyacinth raised her chin.

“Because my presence has brought much needed levity to your life.”

“Unfortunately, I feel that is true.”

Yes, it was true—but not a misfortune. Hyacinth had given him ten years of morning wake-ups with her scent wrapped around him; ten years of soft words and biting repertoires; and two children who drove him to distraction due to their antics and his love for them.

She had given him so much that sometimes he stared out of his study window trying to make sense of his luck.

“Come down here, I have something to give you.”

“I shall be down presently, allow me one last look,” she replied. Ten years and she still never answered a command straight.

“Darling.”

“One more moment—there seems to be something—wait—”

Gareth rolled his eyes.

“Gregory and Lucy shall be returning the children soon and I need to give you something.”

“Patience is a virtue, dear husband.”

“Hyacinth.”

“One more moment.”

“Oh, for goodness sake,” he strode over to the ladder and lifted her off it, causing her to squeal. He gently twisted her around, so she was trapped between his body and the wall.

Hyacinth gasped once settled, then her eyes widened upon noticing their lack of distance.

“You do know, my darling, that I did not need to come down from the ladder for this,” she smirked suggestively.

“No—that is not.” Gareth sighed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to dispel his nerves. He took a deep breath.

“Do you remember the day I told you I loved you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, eyes immediately sobering.

“On that night I drew you two pictures.”

“I know, they are always in my daybook,” she interrupted, disrupting Gareth’s flow and causing him to recalibrate.

“Yes. And although I could not promise you jewels, or fine frocks, you accepted my heart.”

“And I would do so in a thousand more lifetimes.”

“As would I—”

“Well, is that not a relief?”

“Can you not—screw it—” Gareth did the only thing that could quieten her—he kissed her.

Natural rhythms and sensations swelled around them like the smell of a favourite book. And when he withdrew, leaving her breathless, he whispered,

“If you would let me finish…I would say that I made a vow that night—to give you the life you deserve with my heart, deeds, and words. But.” He took out a little black case. “I also dreamed of giving you a bracelet, one that might not be as beautiful as the one hidden in this house but just as significant…”

He opened the box.

“Oh Gareth,” Hyacinth gushed, tears in her eyes.

There on the velvet sat a diamond bracelet, each link in the shape of a leaf, all at once whimsical and dazzling.

Wordlessly, she allowed Gareth to put it on. Wordlessly she watched with eyes brimming as he kissed the wrist where it lay. Wordlessly she traced over the lines of diamond. Wordlessly she looked up at the man she loved most in the world.

Wordlessly she kissed him unable to verbalise her heart but knowing that he would understand.

After all, it was all in her kiss.

[singloom]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Death Note & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mello | Mihael Keehl/Near | Nate River Characters: Mello | Mihael Keehl, Near | Nate River, Matt | Mail Jeevas Additional Tags: Fic Exchange, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Stress Relief, Stress Eating, Chocolate, Missing Scene, Wammy's House (Death Note), Orphanage, Character A cuddled on Character B's lap for comfort, habit - Freeform, picking up habits or quirks from each other, Sleepy Kisses, First Kiss, POV Mello | Mihael Keehl, Blushing, Understanding, Don’t repost to another site, Cute, Banter, Rival Relationship, Adorable, Rivals to Lovers Summary:

Someone in the Wammy House has been stealing Mello’s chocolate bars.

The culprit is not who he expects.

Written for Fluffity Fluff Exchange.

[ussjellyfish]

Fluffity fluff letter (placeholder)

Thank you for making something for me! I'm so excited to see what you create.

I love getting gifts and I am going to be thrilled.

I will try to add some more specifics, but they are merely prompts and you should make what will bring you joy).

General likes

mission that is not a date is really quite like a date

gentle conversations working on a problem together

only one bed huddling together for warmth

mild hurt/comfort (headaches, little injuries, mild illnesses) the little things character normally wouldn't even want someone to notice that the other character notices.

low stakes adventures that give characters time to talk to each other

awkward dinner parties dress uniforms / fancy cocktail parties / diplomatic functions where everyone feels a little awkward

mutual pining

requited affection that they both are absolutely certain is not requited (but it is)

slice of life

little domestic moments

I know it's very niche, but I love fpreg if that interests you

trapped together

time loops

looking after each other

holding hands

DNWs

permanent character death (non canonical)

heavy angst

non con

A/B/O verse

anal sex

incest

character or pairing bashing

[mylittleredgirl]

all my boops seem to be erroring out now so i apologize for all the unreturned cartoon slaps and thanks everyone for a fun day! congrats and paw salutes to those of you who earned the third badge; i both admire and fear your dedication. 😻🫡

[udaberriwrites]

Flufitty Fluff 2023 author reveals are here! So without further ado, here was my contribution to this year's exchange 😄

(Image made with these picrews by

Djarn and Hera)

For I Am Yours (will you be mine?)

Fandom: Original Work

Genre: Soulmate AU, Sports, G, F/F

Wordcount: 1.7k

The first touch between potential lovers sparks a soulmate mark; but in the modern world, that connection may not be so easily achieved. Love wasn't so easily stopped, though. Aahana knew who her soulmate was, and now she finally had the chance to prove it.