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[fanfictasia]

Fluffbruary Day 22

Throw

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Wartorn

“I wish we could be together more,” Leia blurts.

“I do as well,” Anakin admits softly – it’s been gnawing him inside out ever since the moment he left Padme, since they realized what would have to happen. It still feels wrong. It is wrong, knowing how much his children want him, knowing how much he wants them, and knowing it’s nothing more than a fantasy. He’s stopped hoping, really.

“But now I’m gonna be queen soon, and then I don’t know when I’ll ever see you again,” she murmurs.

Luke reaches over, squeezing her hand. “Don’t worry. We’ll give you an identical look-alike and smuggle you off-planet whenever Father can be around.”

She lets out a surprised laugh. “That should work perfectly.”

In truth, Anakin’s been afraid of that too, but there’s nothing he can do about it. He can’t make his children stay young no matter how much he wants to. And he can’t make up for the years he never got to raise them. Time won’t go back, and they’ll be adults soon. “We can still speak by comm,” he assures, “And if I am ever in the area, I will come see you if I can. Perhaps I can ask for more missions that lead me to the area.”

Leia nods, even if she doesn’t look very hopeful.

“How long does it take to get better at this?” Luke asks, lifting a pile of leaves again.

“It depends on the person,” Anakin replies, “To some, it comes naturally. Considering the strength of your connection with the Force, I imagine that would be true about you as well.”

“Patience makes perfect,” Leia tells him brightly.

“The phrase is practice,” Luke corrects.

“Then keep practicing,” she advises.

He smirks, suddenly, throwing the leaves he’s holding right at her.

She lets out a yelp of surprise, but hastily picks them back up, promptly returning the favor.

“The Force should not be used frivolously,” Anakin reminds them, past his own amusement. But at least they’re feeling a little better at the moment. Obi-Wan would be grumpy if he knew, but he’s not here to know, anyway.

“I was practicing!” Luke insists.

“Obi-Wan would disagree,” Anakin replies, dryly.

“I thought you said he was grumpy about everything,” Leia says, grinning.

“Most of the time.”

[topsyturvy-turtely]

Fluffbruary with turtely

Day 22

[day 21] [day 23]

prompts: bridge | throw | dawn by @fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock

will be uploaded to "That Stuff Called Fluff" on Ao3!

[picture from my camera roll 😎]

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The evening had turned into night and the night was about to turn into dawn. Adrenaline from the case had kept the two men up, but now it was serotonin.

"That was... bloody fantastic!", John exclaimed with a wide smile.

"It was.", Sherlock smiled back at him.

They had decided to walk for a while and were now crossing the Millennium Bridge. When Sherlock peeked over the edge, an idea came to him.

"We should throw stones in the Thames.", he said with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Throw... stones... You mean skipping stones?", John laughed at him.

"Yes, that. Come on!" And without a second thought Sherlock grabbed his hand and they ran down to the shore.

With expertise deduction skills Sherlock picked the best skipping stones, whereas John grabbed them at (almost) random. They threw the stones and challenged each other until the dawn was turning into sunrise.

"Sherlock! Look!", John held out a rock. It was black but a big piece was missing, so you could see the inside. It was the color of white marble, but it had a swirl of orange, red, and blue in it.

Sherlock was confused. "A rock. What's so special about it?"

"It is gorgeous, that is!", John let it glide into his pocket.

"Are you keeping it?", Sherlock asked, still with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"One: it is special. Two: it is beautiful. Three: it reminds me of you.", John explained and winked.

Thirty years later, John still kept the stone in their room and Sherlock the memory, not only in his mind palace but also in his heart.

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A/N: based on a true experience by turtely 🙃 but i was a dumbass and didn't take the rock with me 😭 i am ridiculously upset about it :((

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[annaofthenorthernlights]

@fluffbruary

Day 22 - Blessed

[fluffbruary]

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!

[starker-sorbet]

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

[tj-dragonblade]

[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

[ralkana]

Fluffbruary, Day 22

February 22: key | silly | quest

Dream of the Endless / Hob Gadling

Rated G (maybe T for one word?)

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Part of the joy of shepherding Dream through his new life as simply an immortal man, rather than the anthropomorphic personification of the entire collective subconscious, is introducing him to the many ways humankind has discovered to prepare certain foods.

Sometimes that's poulet rôti and pommes fondantes, and sometimes it's dinosaur chicken bites and alphabites.

The versatility of the human imagination will never cease to amaze Hob.

Dream eyes the platter of breaded wonder warily.

"Sometimes you need to feed your inner 8 year old," Hob says with a grin.

"I am certain you did not eat this as a child."

"Well, no. But I absolutely would have if it had been available, it's fun and delicious. And look! You can make words!"

He picks out HOB and then DREAM from the platter of letter-shaped potato bites and grins at the look of their names, side by side.

"Come on, just try one," Hob coaxes, biting the head off a dinosaur with a delightful chomp. They're not gourmet, it's true, but they are salty and crunchy and satisfying.

His colleague Annelise has two children Hob sometimes watches so that she and her wife can have some alone time, and because Hob is a pushover when it comes to children - and has been for centuries - he cooks dinosaur nuggets and alphabites more than he really should. It's where he picked up the occasional craving for them.

"I am reliably informed," Hob says, picking through the letters he purposely chose (it took two bags), "by some very smart children, that the most fun part is making naughty words with your sibling or mates without your mums catching on."

He starts forming words on the table in front of his plate, upside down so that Dream can easily read them from across the table, and watches as Dream cautiously tastes a dinosaur.

"Voila!" Hob exclaims, gesturing at his oven baked masterpiece.

BILL SHAXBERD IS A TWAT

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END

The internet informs me that dinosaur chicken bites do exist in England, so if they're not very common, a) please excuse this poor American, and b) I'm sorry, because dinosaur chicken nuggets and tater tots is sometimes a very delicious and satisfying meal.

Thanks to @fluffbruary for the prompt, and this is for @ladytian, who laughed about the idea with me this past weekend and then reminded me today was the day to write it.

[hardly-an-escape]

Fluffbruary Day 22

gonna try to do a little daily drabble just to get the creative juices going while I work on longer WIPs. no guarantees that it'll be every day.

Dream/Hob • rated G • key | silly | quest

continuation of Days 9-11

“Sir Gadling.”

“My liege.”

“I have a quest for you, should you be willing to undertake it.”

“My only wish is to please you, my lord.”

“This I know. I have lost something.”

“I am sorry to hear it, my lord. Shall I retrieve it?”

“In fact it is of little consequence. That which I have lost is in far better hands now than when I had the keeping of it.”

“Who holds it?”

“You know.”

“May I ask what it is?”

“My heart.”

“Then what is my quest, my lord?”

“Kiss me.”

“That, but gladly. My liege. My love.”

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[with-a-ghost-mr-holmes]

Fluffbruary: Day 22

Ever since Sherlock accidentally discovered the concept of role-playing during a case, they’ve taken to trying out scenes every now and then.

There's the wealthy man and the butler, the prostitute and his client, the young uni student and the mature professor (John playing the professor), a couple of Victorian gentlemen who must hide their love from society...

Although they both enjoy all of the scenes, each has his favourite. Sherlock’s is, by far, the one with the soldier and the war prisoner. As for John, the one he likes best is that involving a consulting detective and his blogger.

Inspired by the song “Juegos de seducción”, by the Argentinian band Soda Stereo (lyrics in English here).

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[lisbeth-kk]

Day 22 of Fluffbruary key - silly - quest

Sherlock fandom

Crucial Involvement

Summary: Harry and Clara come to visit John and Sherlock. It takes embarrassingly long for John to realise why, while the great detective understands immediately.

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[fateinthestars]

Star-Crossed Myth Fluffbruary Fanfic (22nd Feb): Treasure Hunt (Ichthys/ MC)

(A/N: I'm ever so slightly late with this for my timezone but I've really been wanting to at least attempt to write something to try and get back in tne flow. Then I prodded my Fluffbruary file and Ichthys to the rescue!)

Title: Treasure Hunt

Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T

Pairing: Ichthys/MC (MC’s name left blank so you can fill it in with whatever you wish in your head)

Word Count: 1,087

Written for Prompt: February 22 : key | silly | quest for @fluffbruary

February 22nd: Treasure Hunt (Ichthys/ MC)

___ frowned a little to herself as she headed out of the Planetarium at the end of the working day. From what Ichthys had hinted at whilst she was at the mansion the night before she had been expecting him to be here but there was no sign of her boyfriend.

Maybe he'd just lost track of the time? If work was just busy he'd probably still sneak away to tell her even if he couldn’t stay. An emergency on the other hand… swallowing hard with worry, she was about to head to the mansion to find out what was happening when Hiyori called out to her.

___ turned sharply around, blinking as she saw her best friend had an envelope in her hand. “Hiyori? What’s that?”

“It fell out of your bag as you were leaving! It feels like there’s a key in here so I figured it’s probably too important to just keep safe until tomorrow…”

“But I didn't…” ___ trailed off as she saw the style of the writing on the front along with telltale small doodles of fish in the corners. “Oh! Ichthys must have slipped this into my bag last night…”

Hiyori smiled widely as she handed her the envelope. “Well if your boyfriend has a surprise planned it's probably even more important I got this to you. Talking of boyfriends I best be going…”

“Yeah. Thanks, Hiyori!” 

After waving goodbye, ___ turned her attention back to the envelope and blinked as part of the contents did indeed turn out to be a key. Holding it with puzzlement, she took out the other item in the envelope, a piece of folded paper. Unfolding it, ___’s expression changed into a rather exasperated but happy smile.

Why on Earth was she even worried for a second? Anything work related she would have heard about. Ichthys wasn't here because he’d set her a surprise up. She read carefully through the note once more:

‘This key will open your treasure but first you have to find it. No searching for clues on an empty stomach!’

Smiling brightly, ___ rushed off in the direction of the Taiyaki stand they often used. That had to be what this first clue meant. It seemed the other had set a treasure hunt up for her. She laughed softly to herself as she approached the stand and glanced around for any sign of another clue, sure that if she’d found this note at the mansion the others would have told her to ignore it. But even if this did turn out to be a prank, she was sure Ichthys would have a reason for it.

Her smile faded a little when she couldn't find anything, but then she recalled that the note had technically told her to eat first. Ordering a red bean paste Taiyaki, ___ was about to bite into it when she saw a corner of paper sticking out. She broke it in half instead and carefully removed the clue. She blinked. Yes the Gods had powers but how did Ichthys know the stall holder was going to give her this precise one? She glanced around in case he was nearby but she couldn’t see him.

‘Betcha wondering how I pulled this off! Well that'd be telling! Hey, have you filled that notebook up yet?’

___ laughed lightly and ate her Taiyaki quickly, before heading off once more. Seemed like all the clues were taking her to places that they had visited. A warm feeling welled up inside her, realising that Ichthys had seemingly remembered everything that they had done together, no matter how small.

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Half a dozen more clues later, ___ sat down on a nearby bench to catch her breath. It was great to remember all the places they had been, and her earlier thought had been proved correct. No doubt if she had powers of her own, Ichthys would have even included the further away places. But time was getting on now and part of her wished that Ichthys was with her to enjoy this. He must have set this all up in advance as she was pretty certain if he was following he would have got too impatient to see her by now and broken the illusion that way.

A little tired, she lifted her leg to take her shoes off for a moment, and her eyes widened as a piece of paper floated slowly down as she removed the left one. Quickly she picked it up.

‘Missing me? Then use this cheat. It's fiiine. After all, there's no place like home.’

Home? Well she couldn't get to the Heavens without help from another God and she doubted Ichthys would want her to go to the mansion when they'd planned to have a date tonight. 

Realising he must mean her apartment and she would have found the ‘treasure’ if she'd simply headed home for the evening, ___ couldn't help but laugh. Deciding she would waste no more time clue hunting, she put her shoes back on before heading quickly home.

***

In her apartment, ___ was greeted by a huge box in the middle of the room. Eyeing it a little suspiciously, she eventually found a keyhole. Taking the key she had been given at the start of all this, ___ placed it in the lock and turned it.

The lid sprung open and hundreds of helium filled balloons floated upwards and stuck to her ceiling. 

Initially looking at them in trepidation due to the sheer amount and wondering how on earth she'd clear her apartment up of this mess, her eyes widened as she noticed they all contained different star constellations and were giving off their own light.

“This is so pretty… oh but… where is Ichthys?” ___ murmured to herself, her elated mood deflating slightly. This was indeed a treasure to her, but…

“Right here, silly!” Ichthys replied, jumping out of the present box and landing by her side, grinning widely. 

___ turned to face him and hugged him tightly. “What were you doing in there?”

“Huh? I told you in the first note didn't I? That the key would open your treasure!”

Initially confused, ___ then shoved him back playfully as he stuck out his tongue. “So when you said treasure…”

“I meant myself, obviously! The balloons were just something to add to the surprise!” Ichthys answered, smiling brightly.

“... And you called me the silly one?” ___ murmured softly, joking around with him, before pulling the other into a deep and loving kiss.

[astaldis]

@whumpay @fluffbruary @witchermonstermayhem

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Relationships: Maria Barring | Milva & Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Angoul��me & Maria Barring | Milva, Angoulême & Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy

Characters: Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Maria Barring | Milva, Angoulême (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members (The Witcher)

Additional Tags: Witcher Monster MAYhem 2024, Whumpay 2024, Slowly Running Out Of Air, Drowning, Necrophage, Friendship, Hanza Found Family (The Witcher), Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Surrounded, bulging eyes, fuck there's another one, Breathe, infinite fluffbruary, Protective Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, REGIS IS THE BEST, Regis saves the day

Summary:

It is spring and Milva wants to have a bath. Yet, something goes terribly wrong. Lucky that she has her Hanza, and especially one Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy. For the Whumpay prompt #22 "Slowly running out of air", the Witcher Monster MAYhem prompts "Bulging Eyes", "Necrophage", "Surrounded" and "Fuck, there's another one" and the infinite Fluffbruary May prompt "Breathe"

Spring, what a wonderful season. Perhaps Milva's favourite one. Everything coming back to live after the long, cold sleep of winter, the birds singing and building their nests, flowers emerging everywhere and colouring the brown winter soil with dots and patches of pink, yellow, orange, purple and blue, rabbits hopping about and doing their rabbit things, unaware of the hunter hiding in the bushes and the swift arrows flying at them. Milva does not like killing those cute little creatures, but they need food, and Angoulême is right, they are all thoroughly tired of eating fish all the time. So, here she comes back to camp with three nice rabbits for their dinner. And while the men can do the skinning and cooking, she is going to have a glorious bath in the river Geralt, Regis and Cahir have agreed on must be the Lete. Not that the name really matters to Milva. What is important is that she can finally wash off the stench of winter, and thoroughly so without freezing her ass off. The water of the fast flowing stream is still cold, of course, but there are flat rocks on its bank and the sun is pretty strong already here in Ebbing, much stronger than further north where she comes from. The rocks feel pleasantly warm to the bare skin of her feet when she has gotten rid of her footwear. Her clothes follow suit and, with a big splash and a whoop, she leaps into the water ...

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Something In The Water

[baubeautyandthegeek]

The Key To Happiness – Shasta/Georgina Stanton, Beverly Keane/Erin Greene, Tamerlane Usher/Candy (Verna), Shirley Crain/Leigh Crain, Sarah/Maggie.

A/N: Part 4/4 for @fluffbruary day 22. Last gif made for me by @whoreofthecottage

Keys, the key to a home can mean many things to many people. For many it means hope. The twist of Sarah’s key in the door lights a lamp in Maggie’s view, the woman is quiet even now, setting her book down and letting the door closed before flipping the lock closed, checking everything is safely locked down before moving to settle beside Maggie and welcome the woman into her lap, the two content to sit in silence, comfortable in one another’s arms. Shirley Crain’s key unlocking the door means Leigh will be treated to tales of sweet kids and sad people who need help. All things that Leigh loves to listen to, she’s content here, loved and happy to look after the children whilst Shirley works. The offer of a key for Shasta means everything. She is welcomed, finally, home. Home to Georgina Stanton, home to love and care and a chance to really, truly live. She is quiet the first time she uses it, slipping into the hospice, then the elevator, making her way up alone to Stanton’s rooms, letting herself in and locking the door behind her, curling into Stanton’s lap when the woman beckons her, content to sit, sharing a small roll of weed, the two settling into one another’s orbit like it’s natural. Erin’s key, gifted in a moment of fear by Beverly Keane, rarely touches the door. This time, when the storms are due, she lets herself in, the key clicking in the lock even as she locks it shut, moving closer and pulling a trembling Beverly into her arms, kissing her silent, promising she’s safe. Tamerlane’s fingers close around the key as she paces, waiting for Candy, her Candy, the woman she loves most, to come home. People have always thought Candy was still just a hooker, but that hasn’t been true since Bill left. She never pays anymore and spends most nights sleeping in Candy’s arms. Candy is quiet when she lets herself in, locking them in and smiling softly when she turns to see Tamerlane still twisting the key in her hands, then Tamerlane’s hands move, unfurling to reveal the key, her voice soft, hopeful. “I’d like you to stay…” Candy’s smile, quick, bright, warm is reward enough even as the woman’s lips cover her own. “I’ll stay Darling, as long as you want me.”

[annaofthenorthernlights]

My home is with you

This is a daily prompt fic-work for fluffbruary2023!

Rules: Bring on the fluff!

Fandom: Frozen Pairing: Agnar/Iduna

general rating: T

day 22 - prompt: young on AO3

[imhereforscm]

"I swore I'd never"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: teenage!Dui × teenage!goddess!reader

Warnings: none

For the fluffbruary event (@fluffbruary )

A/N: Soooo reader is a goddess in this fic and she knows Celsius (Dui's late friend). In fact: the idea is that she's friends with him too. I hope you'll enjoy!💗💗

Prompts: key | silly | quest (Day 22/2024)

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Quiet giggles escaped your lips as you wandered around the trees, the sun having set a long time ago and it's golden ink wiped away by now, leaving behind only a pale blue, that made the sky look like it was fading and soon enough, you'd see the galaxy in its entirety.

"Guys," You tried to stifle your laughter. "we need to keep quiet...!" You scolded the two boys of your age in a hushed whisper.

"Easier said than done." Celsius rebuked, his own smile almost bringing tears to his eyes. "I can't refrain from laughing, when I remember the way Dui fell into the lake earlier." He said, turning to look at Dui.

"I slipped on a rock, I'm surprised none of you did too." He responded, staring down at his feet with a small frown, that was only there for the sake of show, the sight of him silly, though cute in your eyes.

"Tell me you didn't drop the key back at the lake." You said, staring at Dui, who along with Celsius were your partners in crime, the three of you going on a little quest.

"Of course n-" Dui wanted to finish his sentence, but when his hands slipped into the pocket of his pants, his lips froze and his eyebrows rose slowly.

"Dui?" Celsius asked, staring at him curiously. "Don't tell me..."

"Did you drop it?" You asked, coming clear about your thoughts and doubts.

"I... Think..." Dui stared at the two of you, guilt all over his soft and sweet face. "It must have fallen back at the lake." He announced, before pursing his lips and falling silent, looking at the ground with genuine sadness this time.

"Hey hey, why the long face?" Your friend placed his hand upon Dui's shoulders, giving him an encouraging squeeze. "There's no need for that over something we can fix."

Dui's big and chocolate eyes rose from the forest floor and met those of Celsius. "But it probably fell into the lake. There's no way we can find something so small there."

"Yes, we can!" You said, adding onto Celsius' words of comfort. "We're three. We can go back and search for it."

Dui decided to stay wordless, his mind judging him if not loathing him for loosing the key you had found today at the market.

You took a step closer, your tunic swaying slightly as you moved, cupping Dui's cheeks and lifting his face in order to face him. Your eyes stared deeply within his and you feared you'd loose your sense of reason inside the sweet abyss, that resembled melted syrup. "Whatever we're doing is a quest. It's fun, because it's us together. Besides, life is not always flawless and blissful, tough times come around too."

Dui's face warmed up at your touch and his stomach tightened, fretting over your fingers noticing the temperature rising beneath his skin.

"So don't beat yourself up." You said, speaking softly. "Instead, let's just go find it."

The three of you ran through the forest and the previous laughter returned, alive and melodic to guide you on your path. Some nightingales that began to come out chirped and their song reached your ears, the moonlight that slipped past the soft clouds reflected upon the surface of the lake, causing it to look like hundreds broken crystals were thrown in its depths.

The three of you split, inspecting the ground for some sight of the key among the darkness. You hummed to yourself as your eyes followed the direction of your footsteps, your mind taken by the melody of the birds. Suddenly, your world tilted and something cool enveloped your body, like flower petals. You cried out, hearing the sound of water splashing around as your body dove into the lake.

"(Name)!" Dui's voice echoed from somewhere nearby and he rushed to were you were seated, soaked, with droplets dripping from the tips of your hair and streaming down your arms. "Are you hurt?!" He asked, worry evident in his beautiful and precious eyes.

"I'm fine." You reassured him, as he approached you, extending a hand out to you.

Though before you could accept it, you witnessed Dui's body wavering and falling forwards, your chests crashing into each other's, as more water splattered around.

"What about you?" You asked. "Are you alright?"

Dui nodded, his cheeks growing warm again and hoping with all his might as a god that you hadn't noticed. "Yes, but I fell on you. It must have hurt, didn't it?"

"It's fine." You said truthfully and laughed, staring at him. "You fell in the lake a second time." Your eyes caught the silver ribbons of the moon within them, trapping them within their crystalline domes as you grinned blindingly.

Dui stared at you, as water dripped from his brown locks and falling back into the river, creating ripples. His lips were parted, but no words tumbled out, your beauty imposing over his mind. His young, teenage heart raced, clenched and almost leaped out of his throat, his stomach turning with nervousness.

"Did you find the key?" You asked, peering into his unmoving face. "Dui...?" You spoke softly, waving a hand before his face to get his attention.

"Oh." Dui blinked and shook his head a little, his gaze focusing back on your face. "I'm sorry, I—I spaced out."

"Are you alright?" You asked, placing your palm on his shoulder and his body jolted slightly, though you noticed, much to his dismay. "You jumped." You noted. "You literally jumped. What's the matter?"

Dui swallowed thickly, blood rushing to his face like oxygen rushing through lungs. "(Name)," He uttered quietly and inhaled deeply. "if I tell you something... I'm afraid you won't see me exactly the same way again..."

Your own stomach clenched and a shiver ran down your spine by the sight of his beautiful face. "Why would I view you differently...?"

Dui took a deep and audible breath, before taking your hands in his, your hold soaked with water from the lake. "(Name)... You're very pretty right now and I can't contain myself any longer." He gave your hands a squeeze and brought them to his chest, which was warm and it soothed you ever so slightly. "I've liked you for the past two years..." He finally managed to say, making your eyebrows rise, along with your eyelashes. "And this last year... It has grown into love."

Your thumbs traced the knuckles of his fingers, your legs shaking faintly from the surprise as you listened to him speak. The person you're sharing a classroom with and who you always thought you'd remain just friends.

"I swore I'd never tell you." He said, eyes casted downwards. "I didn't want to admit those feelings to you in fear you'd be uncomfortable around me afterwards... Well, I still worry about that."

Your hands slipped out of his and went to his face, cupping his cheeks. "I love you too." You said, embracing those words on your tongue without thinking, your heart free from its cage. "I've loved you for a long time as well." Your smiled broadened and you brought your face closer to his, your noses grazing each other's. "Can I kiss you?"

Dui eyes widened a little, but he swallowed thickly and nodded. "Yes. Please...?"

You chuckled softly at his precious plea in the end and closed your eyes. When your lips touched, your mind hushed and your heart overflowed with happiness, affection and relief, as if the missing piece of a marble had found its rightful place once more.

Dui's lips curled into a smile as you kissed and you could feel it, encouraging you to slip a hand to the back of his head, as he hugged you close by the waist.

From between the trees, Celsius smiled, a smile harboring fondness over his two friends, that had found each other through the course of a lifetime and witnessed your hearts connecting, all of the pieces fitting. His fingertips traced over the key and turned his back to the two of you, offering you privacy, until you'd call for him.

[michellemisfit]

Fluffbruary 2023 - Round Up

I did it.

Holy crap, I did it!!!

Over the last month (in spite of getting Covid on day 13) I created 29 pieces of art, including:

8 x pencil, 3 x fine liner, 4 x marker pens / felt tip, 6 x coloured pencil, 2 x white pencil on black paper, 1 x charcoal, 1 x digital, 1 x watercolour, 1 x mixed media (fabric, felt, wood), 1 x carved watermelon (yep. watermelon) - - And 1 bonus piece, because it’s my birthday, I make the rules, and I’ll cry if I want to!!

Fluffbruary Collection on AO3

And no, they weren't all perfect, or finished, or even fluffy hahaha. But gosh, I loved doing this! Thank you @fluffbruary for creating this awesome challenge! I have fallen in love with coloured pencils thanks to you, and cannot wait to explore them further!! Thank you @rutherinahobbit for the encouragement and handholding. And also for telling me to just go the F to sleep, because sometimes I need someone to say that. And a HUGE thank you to every single person who liked my art, shared my posts, and left wonderfully kind words in the tags. 90% of my fandom brain still operates in LiveJournal terms, and I find it hard to wrap my head around the 'Reblog Tag Compliment' thing, where y'all say incredibly kind things, and I resist the urge to be a weirdo and @ every single one of you in the comments to say thank you. I am trying to accept that that's not how things are done on tumble, so please take this as a giant @ y'all: I would not have made it to the end of the month without you, so THANK YOU!

Hoping to finish those three lovelies in the middle there, now the madness is over. Wish me luck!

Until then… Follow the individual links below to visit any of the entries, or hit the 'Fluffbruary' tag to see all of my pieces. Feb 1:   velvet | Feb 2:  movie Feb 3:  beach | Feb 4:  rest Feb 5:  pigeon | Feb 6:  copper Feb 7:  colorful | Feb 8:  sunrise Feb 9:  Bonus: Lick | Feb 10: neck Feb 11: anniversary | Feb 12: amber Feb 13: steam | Feb 14: Bonus: yearning Feb 15: radio | Febn16: glasses Feb 17: fantasy | Feb 18: recovery Feb 19: nursery | Feb 20: favorite Feb 21: young | Feb 22: bridge Feb 23: snack | Feb 24: art Feb 25: ignite | Feb 26: beautiful Feb 27: friend & photograph | Feb 28: wreck Bonus: birthday

(Day 9: ‘Lick’ has since been coloured)

This is my RedBubble Shop, for anyone interested.