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carefreecoffee · 4 months ago

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⋇⊶⊰Fluffbruary Day 22: Proposal w/Hitoshi Shinsou⊱⊷⋇

Word count: 1096,gender-neutral reader

It was a slow, lazy day. The sound of rain pattering against the window and filling the comfortable silence in the room. His eyes were fixed on the screen of the TV, not paying attention to anything but the movie. The hand wrapped around you, however, wasn’t so focused. He was running his fingers along your skin, tracing patterns and playing with your hand.

He felt your body cuddle into him deeper, chuckling lowly. He didn’t say anything, but his expression softened a bit. There was something… Different about today. He was acting gentler. More affectionate. He was almost too calm.

He shifted his body so that you were in his lap, both of his arms wrapped around your waist. His breathing was steady and quiet, and his expression was almost… Melancholy.

Hitoshi looked down at you in his lap, gently rubbing his finger against your waist. The ring box was burning like a heavy weight in his pocket. He’d been planning it for weeks, but was this really the moment? Would it be right now? How would you even react?

Hitoshi’s eyes slowly roamed over you, taking in your form. You were so... perfect. Your eyes, your hair, your body, your hands, your everything. His eyes were clouded by an emotion he couldn’t completely understand as he pulled you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. His breathing had picked up just slightly, his body tensing. It was the right time. He knew it was the right time.

He inhaled slowly, trying to calm his quickly beating heart before he spoke up. His voice was quiet, almost a whisper “y/n?”

As you turned to face him, he could feel his heart skip a beat, not knowing if it's from the look you’re giving him or the nervousness bubbling up in his stomach. “Hm?”

For a moment, his gaze locked onto your eyes. Soft, loving, slightly nervous. Then his eyes drifted down to your lips before returning to your eyes. He held back the words he was wanting to say back behind his teeth as he looked at you for another minute before speaking.

“Just… Thinking...”

"Haha well that's never good” you playfully chide

He tried to make a joke to hide his growing anxiety, but he couldn’t find it in him. He almost just blurted it out then and there, but he held back. He was too damn nervous. Why was he nervous? It’s not like you’d say no — Right? He was trying to ignore the voice in his head.

“Hey love” He moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, his thumb running gently over your skin. “There’s something I need to ask of you.”

“Yeah sure, what's up?”

He needed to say it. Get it out. No backing out now. He took another deep breath, his voice still quiet and soft. “Just…” He began, but the words got stuck in his throat. How the hell was he going to say it…? “…I love you. You know that, right?”

Your expression softens softly at the admission, “Aw yeah 'toshi of course I do. I love you too”

He smiled softly, his expression softening more. He exhaled softly, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand. He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss against your palm.

“I meant that I love you with every single fiber of my being. Every little piece of me. And I can’t imagine me without you in my life. I can’t…”

“Shin, where is this coming from...?” you chuckle nervously at his weird confession in the evening of your shared apartment.

His expression wavers between nervous and soft, but he still has a firm grip on your hand. He gently squeezes it, his eyes not leaving yours. “I just… I had a realization, that’s all…” He says, his voice still shaky. He knew he needed to just spit it out. Just get it out there. A small, nervous smile pulled at the corner of his mouth as he softly repeated your name.

“Will you,” He began, his voice just loud enough to fill in the silence of the apartment. “-Will you marry me..?”

You watch as he pulls out the small round box, his pale hands obviously shaking. You look between him and it, eyes widening to saucers, "A-are you fuckin' with me Hitoshi...?”

His heart was pounding behind his ribcage, desperate to escape. He took another breath before he spoke, his voice now less shaky but still quiet. “I... I would never joke about this, sweetheart. I’m being completely serious.”

He opened the box carefully, revealing the ring within. It was a simple silver band, a small white glimmering stone at the center. Not too extravagant or expensive, but not cheap either. It was the perfect balance. He looked up at you again as his hand fidgeted with the box, waiting for your response.

Slack jawed, you look down at it before meeting his lilac eyes, nodding after finally reeling your conscious back in. “Yes 'Toshi!”

He wrapped his arms around you in an almost desperate manner, like he was afraid you were going to disappear if he let go. He buried his head into your shoulder, letting out a shaky exhale as a wave of emotion hit him. Relief, happiness, love, affection… so much of it all in one.

After pulling away, he shakily took the ring out of the box, nervously chuckled between the two of you before you cupped his face, bringing him into a feverish kiss. He smiled against your lips, his hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

After a few moments, he finally pulled away, his forehead resting gently against yours. He inhaled slowly, feeling as if he was on top of the world. He looked down at the ring on your finger before looking back up at you. “I’m so glad you said yes…”

You chuckle, wiping your stray tears away with your sweater sleeve “Whaddya think I was gonna say?”

“I had no doubt you’d say yes. Though I’m not gonna lie… I was kinda worried for a minute there.”

You grin stupidly, pulling him in for another kiss before pulling back, your foreheads still together.

His arms kept wrapped around you, one hand on the small of your back, the other gently holding the side of your face. His thumb rubbed gently across your cheek as he looked into your eyes. He’d never felt more in love than he did at this moment, with you in his arms.

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chriscalledmesweetie · 4 months ago

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Fluffbruary 22: Loyalty

John’s fully committed because He loves his sweet bundle of fuzz No high royalty Has his loyalty As much as the were-kitten does

John Watson and the Fluff of the Were-Kitten - with a chapter for each day of @fluffbruary - is on AO3.

If you'd like me to write a month's worth of limericks just for you, please check out my Fandom Trumps Hate Contributor page.

Tags under the cut.

@friday411 @ghostofnuggetspast @peanitbear @helloliriels @meetinginsamarra @lisbeth-kk @charlie-novakk @sillygirlsmindpalace @totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @jobooksncoffee @bakingsherlycakes @kettykika78 @stellacartography @sgam76 @mydogwatson @sherlockjohnblog @elwinglyre @loves-to-read-fanfic @dragonnan @naefelldaurk @a-victorian-girl @221beloved @johnlockficclub @holmesianlove @imnova @daisyfairy1 @copperplatebeech @kittenmadnessandtea @chinike

#sherlock #johnlock #fluffbruary

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tj-dragonblade · 4 months ago

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[Fluffbruary Fic] Tradition

Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling Rated: G Word Count: 2404 Tags: Fluffbruary, Fluffbruary 2025, pre-relationship, fluff, holidays, baking cookies

Notes: Originally, this was for Week 2 of @mr-sadman's SeasonalSadman2024 event, using the prompt Traditions. But it didn't want to flow for seasonal timeliness so I put it aside and slated it for the end of Fluffbruary instead. And it turns out, all it needed was a rest and some breathing room. Inspiration came from both @chaosheadspace and @carnelianmeluha 's creator threads on the server, so I will dedicate this to both of you ❤️ Even if it's February now.

Summary: Dream shares his time and Hob shares his stories, and together they are maybe sharing something else.

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"Dream! You're just in time!"

Dream hesitates, abruptly concerned that he had forgotten an appointment and somehow managed to keep it serendipitously—but no. He is very certain that he was not expected here today.

'Here', as it turns out, is Hob's kitchen, where the watery winter daylight streams through the window over the sink and Hob is wrestling a large mound of dough into an enormous mixing bowl. There is another mound set by on the worktop; Hob's sleeves are rolled up in a very fetching manner, his hair is mostly contained in a small knot on the back of his head, and he's wearing an apron that proclaims him World's Okayest Baker in garish pink letters. There are smears of the rich brownish dough all over it, matching smears on Hob's arms and hands, and the room is fragrant with spices—cardamom, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger.

Dream cocks his head the slightest bit. "In time for what?" It is easy enough to intuit; the kitchen is replete with wisps of daydreams that whisper the answer, but 'making biscuits' is merely the title of the story, not the full depth of it which Dream would hear in Hob's own words.

"Making biscuits!" Hob smiles broadly at him, warm and full of life. "School has a tradition, faculty bakes treats for the students before term lets out for Christmas. Some folks buy in from the fancy bakeries 'cause they don't know their way around the kitchen, but me I like to do it from scratch." He sets aside the bowl. "And I like to make extra. Student body's small enough, we're not some big university, but I like doing my part to make sure there's enough to go round."

"Indeed." Dream's coat and boots disappear to their places by Hob's front door as he adjusts his manifestation to better suit the shape of the afternoon before him.

"Sooo, I was doing my baking today—and I'd love to have your help, if you're here for a visit and don't mind something so menial."

"It is no such thing, Hob Gadling." Dream offers a tiny smile. "I would be honored to assist the 'world's okayest baker' with a task so important."

Hob glances down at his well-used apron and laughs. "Ah, yes. The apron lies, I'll have you know—I am nothing short of a fantastic baker after all these years. It was a gift from Jaime, a joke." He shakes his head fondly, the barest hint of melancholy crinkling the corners of his eyes.

Dream is certain he could follow the thread of the name and its connection to Hob to the Dreaming, bring full awareness of this dreamer to the fore, but again—there is comfort and camaraderie in hearing the stories of Hob's life as Hob would tell them, directly. So he chooses instead to offer question.

"A former lover?" He is reasonably certain he would know if Hob were currently involved with anyone.

"Yeah." Hob's expression has gone nostalgic. "Dated a couple years, lived together awhile; ended it about five months before you came back. Jaime had a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity, moved to Toronto. And, well, I wasn't leaving London, was I? Not when I was still waiting for you." He smiles, and it is tinged with…not sadness, precisely, but something that is soft and wistful and commiserative.

The heart that Dream has approximated thumps heavily in his breast. "My absence cost you this relationship—"

"No, no no, now, none of that," Hob interrupts, speaking over his shoulder as he turns to wash his hands. "It was lovely while it lasted but we both knew how it would end, sooner or later. Jaime was meant for grander things than me, and, well. All my relationships have to end one way or another, don't they." He turns off the tap and dries his hands, flashes Dream a brilliant grin and a quick wink. "'Cept ours, of course. Can always count on seeing you again, my friend."

"Of course," Dream echoes, inordinately warmed by how easily Hob centers Dream in his life, welcomes him. Broadly, as he has just spoken, yes; Dream is assured that Hob's delight in his company is genuine. But also, specifically, how easily he makes room for Dream in whatever he is doing when Dream visits without notice. He has demonstrated time and again that Dream's presence is appreciated, and no burden; that Dream is important enough that Hob will shape his plans around Dream as needed, will include him at a moment's notice.

It is. Gratifying, to receive such regard, from one who is neither his subject nor seeking to curry favor.

Dream is never quite certain what to do with it.

"But anyway!" Hob opens a drawer and rifles through it briefly, withdrawing a rolling pin and setting it aside. "These Christmas biscuits have been a tradition of mine even before Jaime, and I'm glad the school gives me an excuse to keep it going. I'm making the lemon rosemary lavender ones that you like next—they're very popular every year—and chocolate candy cane if I have the time after that. But first! Gingerbread." He turns to the fragrant mahogany dough on his worktop and begins pushing and kneading at it, working it into a somewhat flatter shape.

"I always make two batches," he says, as he moves to apply the rolling pin to the reworked dough. "One for stars and rounds, one for proper gingerbread men. Once I get this rolled out, d'you want to start with the cutters?" He nods toward a small assembly of metal and plastic shapes at the other end of the bench.

"Of course." Dream is pleased to take part in this creative process, in whatever way Hob can find use for him.

"Great, then I can start working the other batch on the table while you do." He's rolling vigorously, a steady rhythm molding the dough to his wishes, bared forearms flexing in a way that Dream finds somehow difficult to look away from.

"Is this a recipe of your own devising?" Dream is eager, he finds, to hear more of this story of Hob's traditions.

"Oh no, no, this is Oma Franziska's gingerbread recipe." Hob has that fondly-nostalgic look again. "She insisted we call her that, me and Jim. She'd lost contact with her own grandkids when she left Germany, you see, and she sort of adopted us when we moved in next to her. She knew Jim's truth, too, and it was nice to have a neighbor who he could be himself with."

Hob has told Dream of Jim previously. Jim, who had been Hob's wife Peg to the rest of the world but Hob's husband in safe company; Jim, who had loved the sea, who sang bawdy pub songs with the loveliest voice, who left Hob with many fond memories and stories to carry with him as he continued living.

"She looked after us both, in a fashion. Knew her way around the kitchen blindfolded and backwards—I'm very sure food was her love language. Always made sure the neighbors were fed if they needed and was just—she was really something, y'know? I'm glad I got to know her." Hob gives the dough a final roll with a flourish. "Stayed put until she passed, even though I was kind of pushing it for that lifetime. I didn't want to leave her behind when she had so little time left, especially when she'd been there for me after losing Jim and all of that."

"Your kindness does you credit." Dream is warmed by the tale, by yet another glimpse of the man Hob had worked to become in the past century.

"Heh." Hob beams at him, and something low in Dream's stomach tightens marginally. "Anyway, Oma Franziska loved sharing recipes with us—sending her traditions forward, she called it—and I've kept 'em alive for her. This gingerbread is based on an older recipe, but she tinkered with it quite a lot and clearly she knew what she was about; these biscuits always get rave reviews." He turns, plucks two of the biscuit cutters from the jumble on the counter and presents them to Dream. "Here you go."

Dutifully, Dream accepts the cutters and moves to the rolled-out dough, the collective unconscious granting easy familiarity with a task he has never performed.

"Perfect," Hob declares, as Dream begins pressing the simple shapes neatly into the dough. "Let me get your tray prepped so you've got somewhere to set these little beauties as you go."

Something deep in Dream warms at the easy praise, pleased and content; he lets the feeling wash over him as he works, as Hob sets a lined baking tray in easy reach and begins rolling out the second batch over on the table, as Hob continues talking.

"I love this recipe," Hob says, and Dream can hear how he's smiling even though his back is turned. "They turn out just the right amount of soft with a lovely balance of flavors, and they're exactly sweet enough. Gotta start it early to give it plenty of time to 'ripen', for the lactic acid to do its thing, but it's very much worth it. This batch I started about a month ago so they'd be ready now. And the biscuits themselves will keep at least 'til February, assuming they last that long."

"You deem them worth the effort," Dream surmises, arranging the biscuits he has cut on the baking sheet.

"Mmyep, definitely. Especially when I'm making them to share with others."

Dream can still hear the way Hob is smiling, and it warms him. Hob has such care for the people in his life, for those he sheperds and those he works beside; Dream is grateful to witness it, to be included in that care, for the ready welcome he continues to find in Hob's company.

"The time taken is to their benefit," he offers, transferring more cut biscuits to their tray. "The dreams sown into the dough are rich, and deeply rooted. They have grown robust, being let to steep so long; your biscuits will be a masterpiece of comfort and flavor."

"There's. Dreams. My dreams? In the dough?" Hob sounds particulary flummoxed; Dream looks up to find him turned about, blinking dumbfounded at him, rolling pin held idle in one hand.

"Yes." Dream lays another gingerbread star on his tray. "Your intent, your joy in sharing, your delight in doing for others. Your wish to carry the memories of the recipe forward. They all shape your baking, enhance your end result."

"Heh. I had no idea." The tips of Hob's ears have reddened considerably and there is a trace of pink visible across his cheeks.

It becomes him.

Hob blinks, shakes his head, recovering his composure. "Bet all the dreams in the dough won't save them from burning, though." He grins.

"Most certainly not," Dream allows, smiling in turn. "We shall need to time them appropriately. I can assist, if you like."

Hob has turned back to finish his rolling, speaks over his shoulder. "How's that work, then? You'll listen to the dreams as they bake, and know when they're perfectly done based on vibes?"

"Perhaps, if you think it best." Dream can feel his smile growing. "I had thought I might simply watch the timer."

Hob has stopped and turned to stare at him again; Dream reaches to take the rolling pin and use it himself. He lets the smile on his face remain, lets it be known to Hob.

"You're making jokes now?" Hob grins widely, eyes crinkling with mirth, his tone one of wonder. "Red letter date! Best mark my calendar."

Dream, flush with pleasant warmth at the easy teasing, turns back to roll his scrap dough into a flat sheet, delighting in the little chuckle Hob gives as he begins stamping the simple stylized human shapes into his own sheet of dough.

The day passes pleasantly, gingerbread baking fragrantly while they move on to the next biscuit on Hob's planned list; Hob prepares the shortbread dough while Dream monitors time on the oven. It is very much a matter of 'vibes' that lets him pull each tray at exactly the right moment, transferring them to cooling racks, setting the pans aside to be prepared for their next batch. They roll out and cut the lavender lemon rosemary biscuits next, and since Dream is sharing the labor there is plenty of time to make the chocolate candy cane ones as well.

They clean up behind the baking and Hob prepares lunch while the biscuits are all cooling; once they have eaten, they move on to decorating. Dream is given the gingerbread and loses himself in the flow of creativity, piping swirls of colorful icing onto the stars and rounds, applying edible glitter and sugar pearls with a discerning eye while Hob smears chocolate icing and sprinkles crushed candy cane bits on the chocolate biscuits. Together they finish up with the gingerbread men, adding eyes and mouths and clothes in wide variety, each distinctly unique. Dream can feel as they work how Hob's daydreams float and shift around them, how intent has settled into the biscuits at every stage of the process, even here at the end.

He can taste it, as well, when he and Hob sample their work after finishing.

It is little wonder Hob's biscuits are popular at the school's annual function. They are, quite literally, made with love.

When he visits Hob again in February, he is presented with one of the gingerbread men they had made in December, carefully kept in an airtight container.

"Saved the last one for you." Hob winks, and Dream's stomach dips pleasantly.

The biscuit is indeed as good as it had been two months prior, ripe with the care baked into it, sweet and fragrant and satisfying on a level far beyond the physical. Dream nibbles, listens while Hob regales him with the story of the student love letter he'd accidentally intercepted on Valentine's day, basks in the comfortable warmth of Hob's voice and Hob's presence and Hob's home.

And somewhere, deep within the core of himself, he acknowledges the truth that he can taste in the biscuit, even now: that some of the care and the love that have gone into their creation, is very much specifically for him.

= Started: 12/12/24 Drafted: 2/23/25 Posted: 2/28/25

#Fluffbruary 2025 #TJs Fluffbruary #TJs Fics #Sandman #Dreamling

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oonajaeadira · 4 months ago

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FLUFFBRUARY 22: key | silly | quest (The Thief)

ADIRA'S SELF-IMPOSED FLUFFBRUARY RULES:

Six sentences.

Must be fluffy.

All 29 ficlets must feature a different Pedro.

All three words must be used (Fluffbruary prompt list here).

Use the words in order.

I reserve the right to break rules and/or cheat.

Not even your husband notices that you’re wearing a key on a chain around your neck rather than the beautiful sapphires he gave you when he swept you off your feet, took you from your hometown and lifted you up to a life of opulence…when he said he loved only you.

Years have passed, and with every year, a new mistress, and with every year, you were silly enough to believe him when he said his philandering days were over, and with every year, your heart broke just a little more.

At the last grand banquet–much like this one your husband is throwing tonight–you’d witnessed him sneaking yet another woman off to play with and removed yourself to the host’s home office to cry, only to walk in on a well-dressed man standing in front of an open safe that did not belong to him, his pockets filled with what had so recently been inside.

Your shock, his charming smile, your tears, his kind hand, a whispered conversation that turned into a flirtation that turned into a dance that turned into a kiss…and then another…and another….

The key around your neck is for the safe that holds your sapphires and you wish to every god there is that you’ll go into your bedroom and find your thief with the wretched things in his pocket, but after the banquet, your bedroom is quiet, empty, the safe still locked, until you open it with the key.

The sapphires are still there, but there’s a note underneath that reads, “Your jewels aren’t my quest, my dear; I believe I’ve already stolen something much more valuable, and if you fancy a life in the shadows then pack a little suitcase and come down into the garden… I think we can make it a fair trade.”

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@fluffbruary

FLUFFBRUARY MASTERLIST

#fluffbruary #six sentence ficlets #casillero del diablo fanfic #the thief

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tadpolebobatea · 4 months ago

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@fluffbruary day 22 - loyalty (it was made for them TwT)

There’s reallly something about hanging out together before walking off to die in the final battle yknow. god, this isn’t really fluff is it…They’re chilling I prommy

#undead unluck #uu tella #uu billy #undead unluck spoilers #Fluffbruary 2025

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soulvtude · 4 months ago

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Fluffbruary

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63317440

day 22 - bullet | loyalty | unique

@fluffbruary

#clark kent x bruce wayne #clark x bruce #bruce x clark #clark kent #bruce wayne #superbat

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lisbeth-kk · 4 months ago

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Enamoured With Poetry

Fluffbruary Day 22. Prompts: bullet - loyalty - unique

Will I Die Here?

Summary: Sherlock's shown restraint and has abstained from pestering John about his army days. Much to his surprise, John provides him with a poem, which takes Sherlock's breath away.

@fluffbruary @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @calaisreno @helloliriels

@meetinginsamarra @safedistancefrombeingsmart @gregorovitch-adler @topsyturvy-turtely @jolieblack

@221beloved @ninasnakie @shy-bi-letsfuckingdie @7-percent @lhrinchelsea

@peanitbear @bs2sjh @brandiwein1982 @meandhisjohn @a-victorian-girl

@missdeliadilisblog @salmonsown @oetkb12 @jawnscoffee @gay-ass-bitch

@acumberlockedgirl @willamholmeswatson @whatnext2020 @mydogwatson @redmondcollege

@thegildedbee @ilovegayangels @elizabethhood @xmengal03 @riversong912

@givemesherbet-blog-blog @couldbecannibal @2old2b-fangirl @dw91165 @jonkwatson

@binx72 @macgyvershe @raina-at @dragoonthegreatest @kholkate

@fookincarrotsandpotatoes28 @talkativeanxiousturtle @aloeverawrites @ch0s0lvr

#fluffbruary 2025 #sherlock fandom #acd johnlock #lisbeth-kk #thanks for reblogging!

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astaldis · 4 months ago

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Fluffbruary 2025 Masterpost

Funny, I never intended to write something for every Fluffbruary day, but somehow it happened and was a very nice change from the many whump events. Thanks a lot @fluffbruary for the inspiring prompts and organising this fun event! ❤️❤️❤️

Fandom: The Witcher

Here is a list of all my fics, there are fics for The Hansa, F/F or F&F, M/M or M&M, and F/M ones. Enjoy!

Day 1: dark - A Comfortable Kind of Dark (200 words): Before falling asleep next to Milva, Cahir reflects on how the dark is different when you are not alone.

Day 2: patience - A Present from the Heart (800 words, F&F): Yennefer is busy making a present for Geralt when Ciri enters her room.

Day 3: pause - Floating Away (400 words, F/F): After the Thanedd coup, Tissaia is busy and does not want to be disturbed. However, Yennefer is very insistent about her needing a break.

Day 4: chess - A Game of Chess (1,666 words, M&M): With Geralt gone for the evening, Regis has nobody to play chess with but himself. Until Cahir joins him.

Day 5: nonsense - Just Another Breakfast in Beauclair (1,250 words): Like every day, Angoulême, Regis, Milva and Cahir are having a late breakfast together in the kitchen of Beauclair palace. Angoulême has lots of ideas what they could do after they have finished their perilous mission. Of course, everything is utter nonsense.

Day 6: gregarious - Of Gregariousness and Curiosity - or: The Evolution of a Vampire (878 words, M&M): Geralt and Regis are having a conversation in the sun.

Day 7: hand - Hand and Heart-Chapter 1 & 2 (200 words, F/M): Hand - Two Yenskier drabbles.

Day8: road - Hand and Heart-Chapter 3 (100 words, F/M): The Roads Not Taken - Yenskier drabble.

Day 9: icy - Hand and Heart-Chapter 4 (100 words, F/M): Icy - Yenskier drabble

Day 10: coat - Hand and Heart-Chapter 5 (100 words, F/M): Coat - Yenskier drabble.

Day 11: cottage - A Surprise in the Morning - or: Not a Love-sick Cat (858 words, F/F): Yennefer and Tissaia are on vacation together, when, one morning, Yennefer is woken up by a strange noise ...

Day 12: recognize - Hand and Heart-Chapter 6 (200 words, F/M): Talent recognizes talent - Yenskier double drabble.

Day 13: rose - Roses are Red-Chapter 1 (100 words, F/F): The Rose - Fringilla Vigo and Francesca Findabair are having a fluffy moment together.

Day 14: swim - Roses are Red-Chapter 3 (200 words, F/F): The Lake - Angoulême and Ciri go swimming in the lake together.

Day 15: kettle - A Soup Conversation (1,275): While travelling to find the druids and Regis's friend, the Flaminika, the Hansa is having a conversation by the campfire. Just their usual nonsense.

Day 16: aquamarine - Roses are Red-Chapter 4 (100 words, F/F): Aquamarine - Tissaia has a little surprise for Yennefer.

Day 17: yearn, salty - Roses are Red-Chapter 5 (100 words, F/F): It's not fair how much I love you - Another Yennaia drabble.

Day 18: tree - Hand and Heart-Chapter 7 (250 words, F/M): Magical Trees - Yenskier double drabble and a half.

Day 19: small, orange - Roses are Red-Chapter 6 (200 words, F/F): Orange 🐈 - A double drabble Frinfran.

Day 20: linger - Roses are Red-Chapter 7 (100 words, F/F): Lilac and Gooseberry - Yennefer had to leave. Now Tissaia is alone.

Day 21: anxious, help - Roses are Red-Chapter 8 (350 words, F/F): You could have died - Ciri and Angoulême are hunting monsters together.

Day 22: loyalty - Of Loyalty and Royalty-Chapter 1 (250 words, M/M): Loyalty - Cahir wants Gallatin to prove his loyalty.

Day 23: attraction - A Siren's Song (575 words, F/M): Agloval wanders along the beach when suddenly a movement in the water catches his eye. A mermaid.

Day 24: wine - Of Loyalty and Royalty-Chapter 2 (400 words, M/M): Royalty - At Fort Armeria, after almost having been executed as a spy, Jaskier sees a certain prince again. No, not a prince, a king. Radovid.

Day 25: swell, question - The Swell of Sea and Song (150 words, F/M): Once again, Agloval and Sh'eenaz are on their rock together. But Agloval seems troubled.

Day 26: book - Of Loyalty and Royalty-Chapter 3 (500 words, M&M or M/M): Of Books, Bread and Ballads - Geralt and Jaskier are on their way from Bremervoord to the Dragon Mountains.

Day 27: kitchen, bell, sun: Hand and Heart-Chapter 8 (100 words, F/M): Morning Sunshine - Yenskier drabble.

Day 28: clean - Of Loyalty and Royalty-Chapter 4 (350 words, M/M): A Clean Shave - For the first time Geralt enjoys Regis's services as a barber. But he also has another request for his vampire friend.

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lakenscorner · 4 months ago

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Day 22: Unique

Jack Kline knows with certainty that his kindergarten family tree project will outdo all his classmates’. After all, he has angels and hunters and a prophet in his family. Not to mention the sheer amount of glitter glue he adds. Jack finishes pasting the last picture on the branches. He frames it with leaves made from construction paper and glitter glue. Jack sits back on the floor and admires his work. Everyone should see this.

Jack goes to the studio room and tries to steal an easel. His small body doesn’t budge it an inch. Jack rarely uses his powers, but this is worth it. Jack attaches his project to the easel and goes to collect everyone in the bunker.

“What are you trying to show us, buddy?” Dean asks as he’s pulled into the living room. He sits between Sam and Castiel. Jack glances around and makes sure he’s gathered everyone.

“You all are going to watch my family tree project” Jack points at two pictures “At the top is Grandpa Chuck and Auntie Amara. They created everything so they’re kinda like everybody’s grandpa and auntie”

Amara and Chuck glance at each other, surprised to be included as Jack’s family after everything they put him and the Winchesters through

“And here’s Grandpa John and Grandma Mary. They were put together by a cupid but now they’re not but they’re still in love but they fight.”

Mary pinches John’s arm and glares at him. They’d have to stop yelling so loud when Jack was in the house.

“And also there’s Grandpa Bobby and Grandma Ellen. They’re in love and they should get married. Aldo there’s Jody and Donna. I don’t think they’re my grandmas but they’re like my grandmas, so I put then.”

Bobby chuckles and rubs his eyes. Ellen squeezes his hand. Donna’s face lights up and it takes everything in Jody not to hug the kid.

“Grandpa Chuck made all the angels so he made Lucifer who’s my father but he’s not my father because Castiel is my father.”

Castiel smiles. He would certainly rub that in Lucifer’s face later.

“And he also made my Uncle Michael and my Uncle Gabriel and my Uncle Balthazar and a whole lot of other uncles and aunts, but I don’t have pictures of them all”

Balthazar raises a glass. Gabriel chuckles at the idea of Jack including all the angels on his project.

“Grandma Mary and Grandpa John made Sam and Dean who didn’t used to be my dads but now they are my dads and Grandpa John also made Uncle Adam but not with Grandma Mary so I don’t know where he came from. Also Grandpa Bobby is their dad too.”

Dean gives Jack a thumbs up. Adam chuckles and Mary glares at John.

“And I also have Auntie Rowena and she made Uncle Crowley, but I don’t know who his father is.”

Crowley mutters something about no one knowing and Rowena pats his head.

“And Grandma Ellen also made Aunt Jo but she’s different then my Aunt Jo who’s an angel. That one’s dead.”

Jo hides a snicker.

“And Donna and Jody have Claire and Alex and Kaia and they should come over soon”

Jody salutes before texting the girls.

“Over here’s Aunt Charlie. She’s gonna marry Aunt Jo but they don’t know it. Also there’s Kevin but I don’t know if he’s my brother or my uncle.”

Kevin chuckles, not really knowing himself.

“And there’s a bunch of other people in my family but I ran out of room”

Dean starts to applaud and Castiel glares at everyone until they join in.

“Jack, I love it” Sam sits in front of the boy and pats his head “But you cannot mention any of the supernatural stuff”

@fluffbruary

#jack kline #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #john winchester #mary winchester #kevin tran #jo harvelle #ellen harvelle #bobby singer #balthazar spn #michael spn #gabriel spn #fluffbruary 2025

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annaofthenorthernlights · 1 year ago

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@fluffbruary

Day 22 - Blessed

#fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2024 #day 22 #prompt blessed #batb1991 #fanfic #post-canon divergence au #gaston redemption au #gaston #le fou #pierre (OC) x laurette #paulette

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fluffbruary · 2 years ago

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Fluffbruary IS UNDERWAY! Time to re-post the prompt list and spark some creativity!

As always, pick any or all of the daily prompts as inspiration for your fluffy fanwork. There are a handful of alternate prompts at the bottom of the list if none of the day's prompts work for you.

Whether you do some prompts, or all, or just one--increasing the fluff quotient in the world is surely a good thing.

All fandoms, all ships welcome! Tag @fluffbruary in your posts so we can reblog your fluffy creations--and please reblog THIS post so your tumblr community sees it and comes to play in the fluff.

February 1 : downy | clinic | nuance February 2 : engagement | scent | jam

Putting the rest under a cut because the images make for a LONG post :D

February 3 : umbrella | seashore | mist February 4 : camera | lush | beau

February 5 : rescue | inertia | lullaby February 6 : tie | embarrassment | dessert

February 7 : potatoes | blue | glass February 8 : shower | blessed | layer

February 9 : urgency | kneel | rural February 10 : flush | angel | owl

February 11 : reflection | water | apology February 12 : graceful | volcano | blanket

February 13 : choice | snuggling | furry February 14 : phone | bubble bath | doll

February 15 : cord | bakery | honey February 16 : neighbour | desire | horse

February 17 : magazine | tactile | curtains February 18 : suave | cologne | gradual

February 19 : tea cakes | flood | feature February 20 : smooth | glitters | queen

February 21 : photography | pepper | truffles February 22 : key | silly | quest

February 23 : rhythm | chalk | humor February 24 : spring | fuzzy | silky

February 25 : fox | twilight | sweat February 26 : fluff | woolly | care package

February 27 : table | blush | laundry February 28 : reward | shelter | piano

February 29 : breakfast | valley | sign

alternate prompts: evening | wish | hot | caress | solid

There you have it — all the Fluffbruary 2024 prompts.

Please reblog, and release the fluffening!

#fluffbruary 2024 #prompts #all fandoms #all ships #not just ships #ALL the fluff #reblog the fluff!

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carefreecoffee · 5 months ago

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Fluffbruary 2025!

Day 1: Coffee w/ Shigaraki Tomura

Day 2: Florist w/ Mirio Togata

Day 3: Music w/ Shigaraki Tomura

Day 4: Bookshop w/ Aizawa Shouta

Day 5: Seashells w/ Izuku Midoriya

Day 6: Trip w/ Iida Tenya

Day 7: Chase w/ Sero Hanta

Day 8: Daydream w/ Denki Kaminari

Day 9: Snow w/ Kirishima Eijirou

Day 10: Rest w/ Dabi

Day 11: Trust w/ Hitoshi Shinsou

Day 12: -Break-

Day 13: -Break-

Day 14: Valentines day w/ Bakugou, Kirishima & Denki

Day 15: Inaccurate impressions w/ Mirio Togata

Day 16: Sunset w/ Monoma Neito

Day 17: Selfies w/ Tamaki Amajiki

Day 18: Not pretending anymore w/ Keigo Takami

Day 19: Long distance w/ Sero Hanta

Day 20: Love at first sight w/ Kirishima Eijirou

Day 21: Love at first fight w/ Bakugou Katsuki

Day 22: Proposal w/ Hitoshi Shinsou

Day 23: Secret relationship w/ Aizawa Shouta

Day 24: Hand holding w/ Shouji Mezou

Day 25: Bad kisser w/ Tamaki Amajiki

Day 26: Childhood friends to lovers w/ Keigo Takami

Day 27: Babysitting w/ Shouto Todoroki

Day 28: Indoor dinner date w/ Dabi

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starker-sorbet · 1 year ago

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Tony and Peter going on mandatory medical leave following using the infinity stones together against Thanos and using it a vacation/second honeymoon away from the stress of being Avengers to just be goofy and silly with each other like any other couple.

@fluffbruary 2024 day 22 : key | silly | quest

#starker #fluffbruary 2024 #silly #being silly together #married starker #moodboard #my moodboard #peter parker is an adult here

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tj-dragonblade · 1 year ago

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[FLUFFBRUARY FICLET] Vogue

Rated: M Word Count: 756 Tags: Fluffbruary, Fluffbruary 2024, fluff with added heat, human AU, photographer-model roleplay

For my dearest @staroftheendless - happy birthday! The stars aligned and I managed to bang out this little scene, built on today's Fluffbruary prompt and featuring not-a-shaved-panther human!Dream just for you ❤️

Fluffbruary Prompts: Day 21: photography pepper truffles Day 22: key silly quest

Summary: Dream comes home and Hob greets him with a camera

On AO3

"There he is!" Hob exclaims, and whisper-yells to simulate crowd noise, camera flashing as the door to the flat opens. Dream pauses on the threshold, caught off guard, keys still in hand, and then his expression shifts as he takes in Hob, shirtless, snapping photo after photo. He smiles, slow and sultry, tosses his head and runs a hand through his hair, shakes it out as he shuts the door and sets his keys aside. He pauses briefly on each move, posing, letting Hob get every shot like they're on the red carpet, and Hob plays it up, crooning directions in between.

"Yeah, that's it, give me lips—" Dream pouts, full and rosy pink, framed by his three-day stubble, and the camera flashes. "Beautiful, gorgeous, yes. Give me flirty, playful—" Dream hooks a finger under the knot of his tie and tugs it loose, flicks open the buttons on his collar, smile coy, eyes a simmering sapphire blue under his lashes. "Love it, sweetheart, you're a natural," Hob praises, clicking away. They've gone from imaginary red carpet to imaginary private studio in two seconds flat but that's really not the point here, is it. "Lose some layers, let's relax a bit, yeah?"

Dream, bless him, manages to make the process of removing his shoes and socks while still standing look sexy, somehow; Hob makes sure to catch his bare feet with their ebony toenails in at least of couple of shots. Dream shrugs out of his neat slate-grey blazer next, turning and giving a coy come-hither gaze over his shoulder as he tugs it off his arms and casts it aside.

"That's right baby keep going, you're doing great," Hob offers, halfway between his photographer-with-questionable-ethics persona and genuine praise. It's harder to keep up the role the further they get into it, but he knows Dream has fun with these silly little games and so he does his best. "Show me something dirty, now, something sexy." He's backing down the hall as Dream advances, heading inevitably for the bedroom.

"Hmmm," Dream purrs, thoughtful; then, eyes never leaving the camera, he brings his wrist to his mouth and unbuttons the cuff of his sleeve with his teeth. His other hand is busy with the buttons down his front; he switches and continues, repeats the cuff-unbuttoning on the other arm.

"Perfect," Hob leers, backing into the bedroom, snapping pic after pic, "keep it coming, make me, uh, make me forget my own name here—"

Dream lifts his arms, shirt hanging open, cuffs undone, and rakes both hands back through his hair with a moan. His eyes are closed, lips parted, head tilted back; the loose tie around his throat is a slash of deep burgundy against the black of his chest hair and the white of his skin and Hob loses his breath for half an instant at the sheer compositional beauty of the sight, grateful that he's already got his camera in action.

He is so fucking blessed, to get to call Dream his.

Dream lifts his head, rolls his shoulders, drops his hands to his belt and meets Hob's gaze through the camera lens again. He undoes the buckle and pulls the slim leather free in one swift motion, drops it lazily behind him as he enters the bedroom. He flicks open the clasps on his trousers, draws the zipper down just enough to tease, then palms himself in one hand while the other snakes up to pull his tie completely free. He gives Hob another second to take photos while he's gripping his crotch and then he turns, steps over to the bed and falls gracefully back onto it. His hands are above his head; he winds the tie loosely about both wrists and then holds the ends in his fist, a token show of restraint. His shirt is wide open around him, dusky pink nipples on display, the dark hair on his chest trailing beautifully down his abdomen into the open fly of his trousers, where he is visibly aroused.

Hob stares, lifting his gaze from the viewscreen on the camera, achingly hard himself and losing the thread of his character entirely. "Fuck me, you're gorgeous," he breathes, snapping a few more photos. He can't help himself.

Dream smiles, sultry, decadent, and arches invitingly against the sheets. "Put the camera down, Hob," he purrs, flexing his fingers where his hands are 'bound' above his head. "Your model has worked hard, and would like to be ravished, now."

Hob is only too happy to comply.

= Drafted: 2/20/24 - 2/21/24 Posted: 2/21/24

#TJs Fics #TJs Fluffbruary #Fluffbruary 2024 #Dreamling #Sandman

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