#fluffcember day 9

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #9: (Sephiroth x Reader)

Morning cuddles

You shifted in your bed, feeling yourself return from the dreamlike trance you were previously wrapped in. Your hands traveled upwards to something warm and firm, and felt strong arm encircle around your shoulders in response. You leaned forwards into the embrace of your lover, listening to his quiet breathing and gentle heartbeat. “Morning, Sephi…” You nuzzled his chest, enjoying the smoothness of his skin and how his muscles flexed under your touch. “Morning, fluffpuff.” He responded, squeezing you slightly before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well?” You nodded; your eyes still glued shut with sleep. “Did you ?” Sephiroth chuckled and kissed your forehead again. “I always sleep well when you’re around.” You grinned, sliding your arms under his large frame and around his waist. “That so?” Sephiroth hummed in response, delicately toying with some of your hair. “You comfort me.” You rubbed your eyes and opened them, gazing up at the drowsy angel in your bed with adoration. “Aww,” You leaned forward and kissed his cheeks. “I’m glad.” You changed position, moving to straddle him so you could lie down completely on his broad chest. He chuckled and continued playing with your hair, one arm over your lower back. “It’s still early,” He muttered, watching you sprawled out on top of him. “Want to sleep some more?” You nodded tiredly, drowsiness overtaking you yet again. “Alright.” Sephiroth sat up slightly; a poof was heard and his huge, black wing appeared on his right side. “An extra blanket.” He said, smirking. You giggled and pressed yourself against him as the wing descended upon the both of you, enveloping you two in a soft, fluffy, silky blanket. “It’s so soft,” You remarked, running your fingers across the sleek feathers. Sephiroth nodded, picking up a stray feather that had fallen onto his shoulder and using it to tickle the tip of your nose. “Hey, stop that!” You said, playfully smacking his hand away. Sephiroth lightly slapped you back with his wing. “You stop that.” You both grinned at each other before nestling back into a hug. “Sweet dreams, fluffpuff.” Sephiroth whispered, kissing your forehead. “Same to you, Sephi…” You mumbled, closing your eyes. Before either of you knew it, you were drifting off to dreamworld, intertwined in each other’s arms.

[fanfics4all]

Injured On The Ice

Request: Yes / No List was made by @alpaca-clouds 

Requests are open only if its CHRISTMAS/HOLIDAY/ WINTER related <3 Have a nice day/night

Jake Otto x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 911

Warnings: Breaking an ankle

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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Jake and I have been friends since were were kids. He would come to every one of my practice sessions and for some reason, he decided to try and skate with me. It’s been years and the two of us have only grown closer. Troy would always joke that we were dating, but we would always just brush it off. Was I in love with him? Yes. My love only grew when he started to skate with me. He even started competing and we always watched each other practices. We always congratulated eachother whenever one of us made the podium. Hell, I was the only female skater that Jake ever talked to. As amazing as that was, the others were jealous of me. Well, maybe that wasn’t the only reason they were jealous of me… Their comments never bothered me though. 

I was so excited when I arrived at practice this morning. I went into the locker room and changed then put on my skates. I came back out and stepped ont the ice, after taking off the guards. Jake was already there practicing with our coach, yes we had the same one. As I was practicing, my boots felt wrong. I skated off to the sidelines and checked them, but nothing seemed wrong. I re-tied them to see if that was the issue, but that didn’t seem to help. I shrugged and decided to do some simple things today. I didn’t want to do a full jump in case something was actually wrong with them. 

After doing multiple spins and a simplified version of my routine, I finally decided to actually do some jumps. I looked around and found Jake smiling at me. I smiled back and prepared to do the jump I had planned. I went ahead and jumped and it felt great, until I suddenly felt lighter. I glanced down and saw that the bolts that secured the skates to my boot had fallen out and the blade was now laying on the ice. As I landed I fell and it was so hard and I felt my ankle twist. 

“Y/N!” I heard Jake shout and quickly started skating towards me. Our coach was close behind him. Jake slid to his knees next to me and he gently took my ankle. 

“Ouch!” I hissed as he moved it slightly.

“Sorry.” He said with a worried frown. 

“Let me take a look.” Our coach said and Jake moved out of the way. Coach took my boot off and I hissed with tears in my eyes. Jake grabbed my hand and I gripped it tightly. 

“That doesn’t look good, Y/N.” Coach said and I looked down to see my ankle was swollen, red, and already starting to turn slightly blue. 

“I’ll take her to the doctor. Looks like we’re both done for today, Coach.” Jake said and gently lifted me off the ice. He skated back to the edge of the rink and set me down on my good foot. I rested against the rink as Jake took off his skates. He lifted me back up and we headed out to his car. 

Jake drove me to the hospital and luckily they were able to check me out quickly. They gave me an x-ray and it turns out I broke my ankle. I was heartbroken when I got the news. That meant I couldn’t compete in the upcoming competition! I had been working so hard and now my whole carree might be in ruins! Jake sat with me as we waited for the doctor to come back to wrap my ankle up and give me some crutches. 

“You alright?” He asked and I shook my head with a tear falling down my cheek. 

“I can’t compete now and who knows what this’ll do to my caree!” I said and he sighed. 

“Then I won’t compete either.” He said and I looked at him with wide eyes. 

“You have to! You could really win this thing!” I said and he smiled at me. 

“Y/N, I only every did this for you, this isn’t my passion.” He said and my eyes widened more. 

“B-But you’ve spent so much time and put so much effort into skating?” I said confused. 

“Because I wanted to spend more time with you.” He said and it all clicked. Troy was right all along… 

“For me?” I asked and he nodded. 

“I’ve been head over heels for you since we were in high school.” He said and I blushed. 

“Me too…” I whispered. He smiled and cupped my cheek. 

“May I?” He asked and I nodded. He slowly moved closer and my eyes fluttered shut. I felt his lips on mine and I smiled into the kiss. I’ve been dreaming of this for years. When he pulled back I couldn’t stop smiling. 

“That help you feel better?” He asked and I giggled. 

“It did, I suppose you could distract me from thinking about how I can’t compete.” I said and he chuckled. 

“I’m sure I could help.” He said with a wink. I giggled and blushed. Soon the doctor came back in wrapped my ankle up in my favorite color and gave me the crutches. Jake helped me out of the hospital and I smiled at him. I knew I was going to be upset that I couldn’t skate for who knows how long, but Jake would always be there to help me.

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Fluffcember day 9: Gentle touches.

[ryujenini]

Fluffcember Day 9

Yuna x Y/N - Always Choose You

You were sat in the dance practice hall watching your girlfriend from across the room, smiling at Ryujin and teasing the older girl, recently you couldn't help but think that something was going on between them, part of you knew that Yuna would never cheat on you but sometimes your brain went there whenever you'd see the 2 interact

You were having one of those days where it was all you could think about and when you seen Ryujin cup Yuna's face that was it, you had to get out of the room, tears instantly filling your eyes as you ran out and headed towards the bathroom, your abrupt exit had made Yuna worry so she quickly ran after you

As Yuna entered the bathroom she could hear your sobs and it broke her heart hearing you like that , she opened each stall until she found you crouched up on the toilet seat hugging your legs, she quickly walked the few steps to you before wrapping her arms around you and stroking your head trying to stop you crying

"Baby what's wrong, what happened" Yuna asked looking into your teary eyes

You took a few deep breaths before grabbing her hand and saying " I need you to be honest with me , are you tired of me now, is something going on between you and Ryujin"

Yuna's eyes went wide at your words not believing what she was hearing, trying not to laugh at the insinuation that she was having an affair with her best friend

"Baby of course there's nothing going on between me and Ryujin and there never will be because I love you , believe me I will never be tired of you" Yuna said tightening her arms around you as a subtle sign that she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon

" I believe you I do it's just Sometimes it's hard seeing how close you guys are and I don't understand why you'd choose to be with me in the first place when you could have her or literally anyone else you wanted" you said nearly tearing up again

" I'd always choose you and I wish there was a way for me to get that through to you baby , I love you and nobody else could ever get in the way of that" Yuna stated before placing a kiss to your cheek making you smile slightly

"I think I think what that smile means" Yuna said while staring lovingly at you "somebody wants kissies" she said in her baby voice making you laugh before she kissed you like 10 times all over your face before getting to your lips

When you pulled away you kept your forehead touching hers, stroking her cheek and saying "just for the record I love you too Yuna....so much"

[doodling-doodle]

Fluffcember 2023!

Day 9: Trying to stay warm/cuddling for warmth

Gazalex

Kyle sighed as he sat on the couch after turning the heat up and loading the fireplace. It was still freezing, but it would probably warm up soon.

Alex came back inside soon after, shivering slightly.

“It is way too cold out, Kyle.” Alex said as he sat with Kyle, holding onto him, “I won’t go back out.”

Kyle chuckled, leaning back on Alex and sighing softly.

Alex smiled, laying a blanket over the two of them, and Kyle fully laid on Alex.

“How you feeling?” Alex asked, “You feel like your freezing.”

“It's better now. I just don’t wanna get up.” Kyle replied, holding Alex’s hand.

Alex nodded softly, holding him tighter and resting his head on top of Kyle’s, closing his eyes.

“What do you want for dinner?” Alex asked.

“Can I just order something?”

“Of course. I don’t wanna cook either.”

Kyle chuckled, curling up slightly, “Maybe we can just… Stay here for a few hours… you're a heater.”

Alex smiled, “Of course, my love.” He said, “I’d love to just sit here with you until we get dinner.”

Kyle reached up, holding onto Alex’s shoulders and collarbone.

“We still have to go to the store tomorrow.” Alex said.

“So I can sleep for now?”

“You can sleep for now, dear.”

[snow-system-wol]

Fluffcember Day 9, Guard

S'ria had seen G'raha shudder and nearly buckle at the weight thrown against his shield – but he shouldn't have. It wasn't really meant to be a big deal, and G'raha had fought in so much harder fights, so why –

S'ria had noticed then, and fought to keep G'raha in less physical roles, but no one had any control over what happened at Carteneau. They'd all lived, but S'ria had seen G'raha raise his shield to block a Colossus before S'ria turned to follow Estinien and leave G'raha behind.

And then he kept wincing on the return trip. If he thought he was being subtle, he wasn't doing a very good job of it. S'ria spared his dignity and sense of judgment by waiting to bring it up until they were alone.

“Raha, are you in pain?”

“I–I, well, ‘tis nothing much?” It took little more than a patient stare from S'ria for him to lower his defensive stance. “It happens sometimes, that is all. This arm –”, G'raha clenched his right fist stiffly, “– it just pains me occasionally. I apologize if my performance in the field has given you cause for concern.”

Menphina fell into place, a whisper of her presence alongside S'ria's. White magic already tingled at their fingertips. “Could we –”, S'ria shook his head against the vague disorientation, “could I…?”

“No. It shall not work – it cannot be healed, unfortunately.”

The magic dissipated immediately. “Oh…I see. I'm sorry.” S'ria fell into consideration. “May I touch you? Is that alright?”

“I – yes?” G'raha seemed confused about either the change in direction or the fact that S'ria felt the need to ask.

He shifted close and moved G'raha's arm to lay on his legs. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

S'ria let Menphina's knowledge guide his movements, wrapping both hands around G'raha's forearm and pressing his thumbs into the muscle there in cautious circles. G'raha exhaled softly in realization.

“Truly, do not feel obligated to…”

He trailed off as his eyes drifted closed, S'ria's massaging lowering to his hand and forcing tendons to relax that he hadn't even known were tensed. Any desire to performatively suggest S'ria need not continue was quickly lost to that fact that this was easing the ache. He could not guess if S'ria had done this before (he suspected not, as cautious as he was with laying his hands on others at times) or if Menphina's understanding of anatomy and healing was sufficient.

S'ria took a slow path upwards, soothing the sharp pain in his wrist, the soreness of the joint at his elbow, the relatively minor ache of his bicep. A part of G'raha worried about S'ria getting to his shoulder, the joint delicately painful, the pseudo-sense of bone grinding in the socket an echo of long-gone crystal – he needn't have been concerned.

Yes, the joint was tender, but when S'ria dug his thumbs into the muscle between his neck and shoulder, the groan punched out of him was only one of relief.

“Mercy, Ria, if you keep this up I fear I shall become spoiled.”

S'ria gently rolled his eyes with a smile. “Oh, gods forbid. Good.”

[alpaca-clouds]

NaNoWriMo Day 9

And I am finished with my NaNoWriMo story! 🎉

The last few chapters had mostly just the group hanging - and getting drunk together. Also some setup for a later story I am planning on writing.

With this story done, I assume I will write some one shots, finish Darkness Under The Mountain and also The Stolen Throne. And i will start writing for Fluffcember. :D

Wordcount: 54 271 / 50 000 (+7001)

Chapters: 24/24

Favorite Bits:

For once it was not Astarion, who woke up from a nightmare, cold sweat covering his body. It was Tav, who woke in the early morning hours, judging by the faint light seeping past the curtains. Astarion could not help, but startle awake though, when the bard sat up, his eyes wide and his breath heavy. Astarion did not speak for now, just allowed the man to breath. He could literally sense it – how the bard did the same breathing techniques he had taught Astarion. Breathing in. Count to ten. Breathing out. Waiting a long while, Astarion finally put one arm around Tav’s shoulders. “Do you want to talk about it?” Tav nodded, though for now he didn’t speak. He just leaned against Astarion, who once more felt rather awkward as he put both arms around the other man. He was still bad at caring for someone else. Though he guessed by now he was learning. He wanted to learn. He wanted to be there for this dumb bard – or at least try to be. “I… I was back,” Tav finally said. “I was back at the brothel. And they tied me to the tree for running away. And… And I could not get out.” He sighed, hiding away his face against Astarion’s chest. “If they ever took me…” “I would get you out,” Astarion replied to the unfinished question. “And I would bet my life that those other idiots would be coming along.”

“Speaking of which… How did the rest of the night go?” “Please do not answer that,” Shadowheart interrupted, before he could say anything. “I definitely do not need to know.” The plan was apparently really, that those three were going to prepare some food, as some spices were produced out of the bags, as well as some vegetables. There were potatoes and peppers, which Shadowheart started cutting apart. Just as Astarion had also spotted two whole chickens. “Well, if you gotte know, Karlach…” The only reason he was answering was to mess with Shadowheart. “We had hot and sweaty sex.” Indeed those words got the desired reaction, as Shadowheart just groaned.

Going over to the sitting room, he found as he had expected a bear lying in front of the fireplace, with a dog sleeping on the bear’s back. Astarion almost laughed over this display. Thankfully he found they still had water, filling it into the kettle, before pushing against Halsin with his foot. “Halsin, darling, I need to get to the fireplace.” The bear made some grumbling noises. “You also were not one of the morning people, were you?” Astarion muttered, holding back from kicking the bear, though h was fairly sure he could deal with that. “Halsin. You are blocking off the fireplace. You can sleep on, but I would greatly appreciate if you did it about five feet further there.” He pointed in the direction of the door. Another grunt came from the bear, that was not quite awake. “Oh, come on now, Halsin. I am trying to be nice for once, alright?” Once more the bear grunted, though miraculously it got up to walk about two more steps in the direction of the door, only to fall down again and continue snoring.

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Headbutt

Pairing: Din Djarin/Mando x F!OC (Aivy)

Warnings: A little angsty at the start, then fluff

Word Count: 1557 (this one got away from me)

Summary: When Peli throws a Winter Solstice shindig, she adds a sprig of plastic mistletoe. Her assistant, Aivy, gets caught underneath it with a certain Mandalorian and events...transpire.

A/N: Fluffcember Day 9 is here! This one is about double the length of the others because I just love Din <3 And I’ve been reading a lot of Mando fic recently. Enjoy!

It was stupid, Aivy told herself, just plain stupid to let a plastic sprig of mistletoe — a plant that had never and would never grow on Tattooine, by the way! — and that kriffing Mandalorian ruin a perfectly good time at Peli’s Winter Solstice celebration. So she grabbed another drink and kept wandering around the workshop, chatting with everyone who showed up.

The place was a wreck; discarded cups and confetti and the picked-over refreshment table. She was just sober enough to figure that leaving her boss — who was now snoring loudly in her office — to clean everything up the next morning whilst hungover was a pretty shitty move, so she grabbed a trash bag and got to work.

The party had started out well, the plastic mistletoe was a big hit. People flooded toward the shop and just as they were about to pass under the open garage door they would stop. A few people pointed at the mistletoe, laughing, and grabbed the nearest fellow partygoer to plant a kiss on. 

By the time she heard the familiar engine of the Razor Crest cut short outside the door, Aivy was a few drinks in, which only intensified her excitement at his arrival. She practically skipped out of the open garage door to greet him. The view of him emerging from the darkness of his ship’s hold, all beskar armor and broadness and sharp angles, felt like the galaxy was giving her a Solstice present early.

“Hey Mando!” she’d said a little more enthusiastically than usual. His helmet tilted at her in that way that she knew meant he was assessing her, trying to figure out what was different.

“What is all this?” he asked, gesturing around with one of his yellow-palmed gloves. 

She smiled at him, “Winter Solstice party, duh! Come on,” she reached for his gloved hand and gripped it, dragging him after her toward the open garage door, “There’s a pod race on the holo, bets are being bet, revelries had, it’ll be a great time!” 

He paused, jolting her to a stop under the open garage door. “Uhh, I think I’ll just wait on the Crest. Didn’t anticipate a whole…thing.”

Before Aivy could respond, Peli’s loud laugh rang out from behind her followed by, “Mando! Look up, you beskar-clad moron!”

At the same time, she and Mando tilted their heads back and saw the fake plant hanging above them. She wasn’t sure if Mando was familiar with the tradition, but from the way his hands rose and he took a few steps away from her, he did. Her face flushed and she looked back at Peli, ready to tell her frizzy-haired boss off.

“Uh, sorry.”

“You don’t have to-”

“No, I-”

Each of them stumbled over their words as the rest of the party watched them. The workshop had gone quiet save for the pod race playing on the holo. 

“Mando if you don’t kiss my pretty little assistant I swear I’ll charge ya double for whatever brought you here!” Peli’s voice rang out again and Aivy whipped her head around, glaring at her boss. The silence broke with the sound of everyone’s laughter. She was sure that her entire face was red as the first sun. When she looked back toward where Mando had been standing, all she saw was his black cape swinging behind him. No explanation, no excuse, not even a goodbye as he walked away with those long strides of his.

Aivy could still see it when she closed her eyes, stacking up the flimsi cups and tossing them into a trash bag with more force than necessary. If Peli had just minded her own karking business and not pointed out the mistletoe to Mando, it would’ve been a great night. 

She walked over to the offending plastic plant, now pressed against the duracrete since the garage door was shut. Aivy yanked it up off the floor, slowly twirling it around by the stem. Teardrop shaped leaves of the deepest green Aivy could imagine, with white berries and a red bow. 

“The real plant is poisonous,” a familiar modulated voice said from behind her and she yelped in surprise, dropping the mistletoe. The Mandalorian stood by the standard door, only a few paces away from her. The low light of the closed up workshop glinted off his beskar armor when he shifted his stance. 

“Mando! You-you surprised me. How did you get in? I locked the door,” she muttered the last sentence to herself as if trying to confirm that she did.

“You gave me your access code last time, remember? I had a part to pick up and you,” he paused, clearing his throat, “you had a date and didn’t want to wait around.”

If she wasn’t mistaken, she detected a twinge of bitterness through the modulator in his helmet. Interesting.

“Oh. Right. I forgot about that.”

“I came to apologize. For earlier. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I shouldn’t have even come, it’s just a stupid little repair that I can probably handle myself, but I just wanted to see-” he cut himself off mid-sentence when he noticed that she had moved closer to him.

“Wanted to see what, Mando?” Her voice was just above a whisper. She looked up into his emotionless helmet, trying to see through the t-shaped visor that hid his eyes. Not for the first time, she wondered what they would look like, what color they were, how much he expressed through his looks. If a simple tilt of his helmet or slump of his shoulders told her how he was feeling, what would his unencumbered gaze tell her? 

“You, mesh’la.” One hand came up and brushed along her hair, following her braid until coming to a stop between her shoulder blades. He nudged her forward and closed what little distance remained between them; she could feel the hard planes of his beskar against her body and she couldn’t help but wonder what he felt like without his armor. Her hands came up to rest on his biceps, his had fallen to her waist. Slowly, as if he was afraid any sudden move would spook her away, he lowered his helmet forward until it rested against her forehead. “I…I wanted to see you.”

Her heart was pounding in her throat. A keldabe kiss. Mandalorians used it as a way to show affection without taking their helmets off. A gesture of tenderness, given to those one deeply cared for. Aivy’s chest swelled; he wanted to show her that he wasn’t all hard lines and beskar. There was a beating heart underneath it all.

“Mando-” she breathed and it condensed against his helmet.

“Din,” he interrupted. “My name is Din Djarin.”

She pressed her forehead into his helmet and closed her eyes tight against the tears that she could feel forming. First a keldabe kiss, now his kriffing name? It was a lot of intimacy to process within a five minute time span. Her head spun at the realization that he cared for her, had traveled to this desert wasteland planet for a made-up reason just to see her, had emerged from the Crest to apologize for embarrassing her, that she was the exception to his creed, however small an exception she might be.

“Din,” she said, opening her eyes when she got the tears under control. She looked directly into the endless black of the visor, “I like it. Suits you.”

He chuckled, “Thanks.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a better Solstice gift,” she said lowly, not entirely sure she wanted him to hear that particular confession, but his helmet picked it up and his forehead shifted against hers. They had been standing like this for a while now, she realized, as he lifted his head from hers and put a finger under her chin. He raised her face to look into his helmet.

“This isn’t just for Solstice, cy’arika, I-'' he said, clearing his throat, “I have feelings for you.”

She smirked, “Never would’ve guessed.”

“Okay smartass,” he reached around with his free hand and tugged her braid playfully. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him close. “I’m sorry about earlier, if I embarrassed you. I just…I wasn’t expecting a whole party and then Peli…”

“I know, Peli being Peli,” she agreed, but noticed his grip on her had gone slack. She turned, noting how he was careful to keep his hands lightly on her hips, to see her boss had emerged from her office. Her hair was an even bigger mess than usual, and her lips were pursed and her hands on her hips.

“‘Bout kriffing time,” Peli said in her usual biting tone, “Make sure to clean all this mess up before you get freaky on the Crest, okay? Happy fucking Solstice!” 

As soon as she had appeared Peli passed them by and left the shop, leaving them in silence and complete privacy. When the door chimed that it was locked once more, Aivy couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up from her stomach. She buried her face against Din’s chest. Din joined her as well, his laughter modulated. 

“We better get started,” Aivy joked, peeling herself off the beskar, “If Peli has anything to say about it, we’ve got a busy night ahead of us.” 

[ayatosmlktea]

Fluffcember 2020 Masterlist

A/N: I’m not tagging everything bc I don’t wanna spoil any days so I’ll add tags as I go!

Day 1: Decorating - Kuroo x reader Day 2: Snow - Denki x reader Day 3: Getting sick - Gojou x reader (jjk) Day 4: Christmas Lights - Suna x reader Day 5: Holiday Spirit- Akaashi x reader Day 6: Hot chocolate - Rin Matsuoka x reader (free) Day 7: Mistletoe - Dazai x reader (bsd) Day 8: Cold - Kenma x reader  Day 9: Pyjamas - Aizawa x reader Day 10: Snowball fights - Bokuto x reader Day 11: Last Christmas - Ranpo x reader (bsd) Day 12: Wishes - Dabi x reader Day 13: Peppermint - Iwa x reader Day 14: Red - Semi x reader Day 15: Family - Levi x reader 

[icycoldninja]

Masterlist

Last updated: 03, 05, 2024

About me

Fluffcember 2023

DEVIL MAY CRY:

Dante:

Tired (Fluff)

Period headcannons

Pregnant (fluffy fanfic + headcannons)

Dirty talk headcannons

Ditching Prom (NSFW)

Fatherhood headcannons

Pregnancy care headcannons

Wedding day (fluff)

Nightmares (Angst/fluff)

Half angel SO headcannons

Cuddling headcannons

Ninja girlfriend headcannons

Childbirth comfort headcannons

Shadows of the past (angst/fluff/slight smut)

Forbidden Love

Dense (Funny-ish fluff)

Eating Pussy (NSFW)

NSFW alphabet

What's under there? (Smut kinda)

Perturbation (angst)

A problem (NSFW)

Strawberry panties (Suggestive, not quite NSFW)

S/O with teeth insecurities

Size kink headcannons (sfw & nsfw)

New pajamas (fluff)

Fated (angst)

Quiet night in (fluff)

Don't hurt yourself (angst)

Miscarriage comfort headcannons (angst)

Owning a cat headcannons

Hot (Yandere Dante)

Valentine’s Date

Caught a cold (fluff)

Rejected (angst)

Home invasion

Vergil:

I'll love you forever (Angst/NSFW)

Warm-up (Fluff)

Nsfw alphabet

Disquietude (angst)

S/O with teeth insecurities

Hot (Yandere Vergil)

NSFW headcannons

I'll hold you (angst/fluff)

S/O who stares a lot headcannons

Half-angel S/O headcannons

Nero:

Anxiety (angst)

S/O with teeth insecurities

NSFW headcannons

Half-angel S/O headcannons

V:

Hysteria (angst)

Dating headcannons

Nsfw alphabet

FINAL FANTASY VII:

Sephiroth:

Beauty day headcanons

S/O making them wear a dress headcanons

Anything for my baby (fluff)

Thanksgiving with S/O headcannons

Those eyes (angst)

Genesis:

Beauty day headcanons

S/O making them wear a dress headcanons

Attention (Fluff)

Thanksgiving with S/O headcannons

Dating headcannons

Angeal:

Beauty day headcanons

S/O making them wear a dress headcanons

Dating headcannons

Thanksgiving with S/O headcannons

Reno:

Dating Reno headcannons

A great misunderstanding (Yandere Reno x reader)

Kadaj:

Reunion (angst)

Final Fantasy 9:

Kuja:

They'd warned you (Yandere Kuja x reader)

Gone (angst)

Metal Gear (MG)

Raiden:

Pregnancy headcannons (fluff)

Pregnancy headcannons part 2 (fluff)

Pregnancy headcannons part 3 (fluff)

Childbirth headcannons (fluff)

Fatherhood headcannons (fluff)

Safe (angst/fluff)

Half Cyborg headcannons (sfw and nsfw)

NSFW headcannons

Succumb (NSFW)

Dominance (NSFW)

Eating pussy (NSFW)

Good boy (NSFW)

S/O who was man-made (angst)

I'm gonna a be a dad?!

S/O with a size difference kink

MGS2! NSFW alphabet

Mommy (NSFW)

Pregnant and horny (NSFW)

Bangin' in the shower (NSFW)

He picked Rose (angst)

Besotted (fluff)

Chilling out (fluff)

Cramps (hurt/comfort)

Misc:

If Vergil and Sephiroth met headcannons

How to use their, there, and they're

If Leon Kennedy and Dante met headcannons

Rapunzel (Sephiroth x Cloud)

[fanfics4all]

Pets

Request: Yes / No 

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Barry Allen x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1184

Warnings: Nothing!

Y/N: Your Name 

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Barry and I were having our first Christmas in the house we now owned! We’ve been working towards this for so long and it finally happened. Barry and I decided to host this year and I was so excited. It was still a few weeks away, but I was starting to decorate. Barry was at work, I wasn’t sure if it was his real job that actually paid him, or if he was being the Flash right now. Either way, he would be coming home to a perfectly decorated home! I heard some meowing over the music I was listening to and paused it. I looked around and heard it again, it was coming from the back yard. I walked outside and saw a little black and white kitten. 

“Oh my God! You are so cute, come here.” I said and kneeled down, offering it my hand. It quietly meowed at me and backed away. 

“I won’t hurt you, where’s your Mommy?” I asked, but it ran off. I frowned and shivered as the wind blew by. 

“Poor thing is probably freezing and hungry.” I frowned. I immediately walked into our garage and started looking for something I could use as a shelter for the poor kitty. I found a foam box and cut a hole in it. I sighed and realized I have nothing to put inside it because a blanket wouldn’t work. I quickly grabbed my keys and rushed out to grab some supplies. As soon as I got back I went straight for the garage. I placed some straw I bought into the box and taped it up so it would stay nice and warm. I pulled out the heated bowls from the bag and placed some water and food in them. I grabbed a plastic bin and placed the bowls inside so the wind and possibly snow wouldn’t bother them. I grabbed the box and placed it outside then went to get the shelter. I placed it on a piece of wood incase it snowed. I smiled and just hoped that the kitten would come back and use the things I placed out for it. I went back inside and continued decorating. 

It was an hour later when Barry came home with a smile. He looked around and found me still decorating. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek. 

“I thought you’d be done two hours ago.” He laughed. 

“I would have been, but there was a poor little kitten outside and I went out to get some supplies so he or she could hopefully survive.” I said, turning to face him. 

“I’m surprise you didn’t bring it inside.” He said. 

“I would have, but it ran away. I think we need to build trust first.” I said and he smiled. 

“You want a kitten, huh?” He asked and I shook my head. 

“I want that kitten.” I said and he chuckled. 

“I’m sure you’ll gain its trust.” He said. 

“I hope so…” I said with a sigh. 

It was almost Christmas now and that poor little kitten was still not trusting me. It’s been using the shelter and food I’ve been giving it, but whenever I try and get close it will just run away. All I wanted to do was give this sweet little kitten a nice warm and safe home. Barry has been trying also, but had the same luck as me… I woke up today and checked outside to see if it ate and drank last night, but everything was full? I started panicking and rushed up to Barry, but he wasn’t home. 

“What the…” I whispered. I guess I didn’t notice he left for work already. I grabbed my phone and called him quickly. 

“Hello?” He answered. 

“Barry! The food and water were untouched this morning and the bed wasn’t slept in. What if something happened to the kitten?” I asked, slightly freaking out. 

“I’m sure it’s fine, Y/N. Just breathe.” He said and I took a deep breath. 

“You don’t think-” 

“Y/N, the kitten is fine. Maybe it just found it’s Mom or something.” He said and I sighed. 

“Alright… I’m still gonna check every day.” I said and he chuckled. 

“I would expect nothing less, now just relax today. I know you’re going to worry yourself sick all day.” He said and I giggled. 

“You know me too well.” I said and I just knew he was smiling. 

“Okay, well I gotta go, but let me know if the kitten shows up.” He said. 

“Alright, I love you.” I said. 

“Love you too.” He said and hung up. I sighed and went downstairs to continue my day. 

The next few days leading up to Christmas I was worried sick for this poor kitten. It still hasn't come back to eat or sleep. Barry kept thinking on the positive side, but I couldn’t help but worry that something happened to this kitten… Once Christmas came I was super up to celebrating anymore, but Barry convinced me. After all, we did say we were gonna host. So here I was surrounded by friends and family, but I still couldn’t help my thoughts from drifting to the kitten. 

“How about we open gifts?” Barry asked as we all sat in the living room after dinner. 

“Yeah!” Cisco agreed. 

“Great! Y/N wanna help me hand them out?” Barry asked and I nodded with a smile. I helped him hand out all the gifts and everyone was so happy with what they got. 

“Hey, Bar, what’s that one?” Joe asked and everyone looked under the tree to see a small box with a few holes at the top. 

“Oh, I guess I forgot.” He said with a smile. He picked it up and placed it on my lap. I looked at him confused, but he just gave me an encouraging smile. I opened the top and gasped with tears in my eyes. 

“Hello!” I said and gently picked up the small black and white kitten that I had been taking care of. 

“What… how?” I asked and Barry had the biggest smile on his face. 

“I managed to catch him last week and I took him to the vet. I was actually there when you called me the other day and he’s perfectly fine after they took care of him.” He answered. 

“You had this little guy the whole time and you had me worried sick?” I asked, shocked and he laughed. 

“Well I couldn’t just tell you that I rescued him and planned to give him to you as your Christmas present, now could I?” He said and everyone laughed. 

“What are you gonna name him?” Iris asked. 

“Frosty!” I said and Barry shook his head with a smile. 

“Because you found him in the cold?” He asked and I nodded. 

“I like it.” Caitlin said and I smiled.

“What do you think about it, little guy?” I asked and he meowed and licked my nose. I giggled and gently hugged him. 

“Best Christmas ever!” I said and everyone laughed.

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[sidhelives]

I forgot what day of the week it was and missed WIP Wednesday 😅

ANYWAY

I am so close to being finished with the next chapter of Listen Closely. I just need to give it a little love, so hopefully it will be finished tomorrow. I'm working on getting my long fics updated before Fluffcember hits, so once this one is done I can move on to the next.

Chapter 9 and 10 of Listen Closely will deal with one of my favorite quests in the Dark Brotherhood quest line: The Cure for Madness.

Shit is getting tense.

Based on Cicero's writings he had spent months in Dawnstar. He would be familiar with the Sanctuary's layout while Diem would be going in blind. Haste was called for. If she could arrive before he had time to set up defenses and dig himself in she would have a better shot at… 

At what?

Did Diem truly intend to kill Cicero on Astrid's order?

Her feet stalled at the consideration. Cicero was a liability, he had been so since the moment he arrived but more so since her naming as Listener, despite some minor side benefits. Eliminating him would simplify Diem's struggle against Astrid, and do much to mend the rift caused by the verbal onslaught of her arrival. It was hard to think of the fool as a possible ally in spite of what had happened between them. She trusted him not to plunge a dagger in her heart, but that was born from mutually beneficial physical desire, not true comradery or shared goals. How far could such a thing carry them before they became more a threat to each other than convenience could excuse?

As far as his rampage, seemed to be the answer.

Coming out of her rumination, Diem's eyes immediately caught on the door to the oratory just to her left. Whether the inexorable draw she felt to the Night Mother's presence her own, or an exertion of will from the Unholy Matron herself, Diem did not know, but she followed it into the chamber to look on the desiccated vessel of the Lady.

DIem wetted her lips with the barest flick of her tongue. "What do you want me to do?"

No response came.

"I will kill him. Your sweet Cicero." She announced firmly. 

Still the Mother remained silent.

Diem's hands balled into fists and her voice dropped low, barely above a whisper. "Tell me you wish for him to live and he will."

Maybe you are mad after all. Maybe she never spoke to you in the first place.

She shook her head. Mother just didn't want to play favorites.

DIem left the oratory without another word.

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[bright-eyes-strawberry-lies]

I didn’t tell anyone when I was doing the fluffcember prompts but I thought I would share my summerfest prompt list. My plan is to post in June.

1. First Day of Summer (Vacation)

2. Shaved Ice

3. Skinny Dipping

4. Sleeping Under The Stars

5. Family Barbecue

6. Sticky Kisses

7. Outdoor Concert

8. Sneaking Into The Theatre

9. Thunderstorm

10. Drinking Lemonade

11. Going To The Lake

12. Walking Around Barefoot

13. Chasing Fireflies

14. Roadtrip

15. Sharing The Porch Swing

16. Drive In Theatre

17. Tree Swings

18. Horseback Ride

19. Smashing Watermelons

20. Making S'mores

21. Fishing Trip

22. Mud Wrestling

23. Flower Crowns

24. Smoking Weed

25. Barn Party

26. Picking Strawberries

27. Sipping Honeysuckles

28. Pool Party

29. Picnic

30. Fireworks

[crazyprincesscatlady]

Ice Skating

Fluffcember 2019  12/09/2019 Prompt 9 - Ice Skating

Mr. Love Queen’s Choice - Victor

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He stood there watching the girl step awkwardly onto the ice and then quickly back off. She repeated this several times. How someone could be both so brave but also so timid baffled him. He had witnessed this same girl run headfirst into danger and now she was scared of ice. 

“If you aren’t going to take this seriously I’m leaving.”

She huffed, a small puff of breath could be seen. “I am taking this seriously. What if I fall?”

This is the same woman that had willingly nearly sacrificed her life to save the city.  He might be able to predict her actions, but her thought process was beyond him. 

 “It’s not a matter of if, but when. And when you fall I’ll pick you back up and we will continue. I’m here so there is nothing to worry about.” He took her hand and stepped with her onto the ice.

“Do you remember what I told you was the most important thing?” 

“Stopping.” With her answer, Victor gave her a slight push.

The girl started moving, slowly and for reasons he would never understand she began flapping her arms like a bird.  “What do you think you are doing?”

“Keeping my balance.” She slowed to a stop.

“Do you even listen when I talk?” He skated over to the girl, grabbed her hand, and continued on.

“Victor! Please, what are you doing!?”

“Skating. That also happens to be what you are doing. Now keep up.”

Victor pulled her close and led her into a spin. 

“Why are you so good at this?” 

“I’m not an idiot. The basics are simple.”

“It must hurt you, being nice.”

“Not as much as thinking must hurt you.”

She put her hands on her hips and stuck her tongue out. She started straight for the wall.

Victor laughed and quickly grabbed her pulling her close, “Clearly I wasn’t wrong, did you forget that we were skating?” 

She grinned, clapping her hands and jumping. “I was skating! I AM SKATING!”

He would have been impressed had she not lost footing. 

“Dummy.” He couldn’t help but smile.

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This was written for a 31 day creative writing challenge, Fluffcember 2019.

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[blakedawson76]

Fluffcember Day 9: Ice Skating

“Do you swear this is the first time you’re doing this?”

“Why would I lie?”

“Because you love lying.”

“What on Earth is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I said. Anyways, do you swear on your kids’ life that this is your first time?”

“… I am not involving the twins in this.”

“So you're lying!”

“No! But I’m not going to use my kids that way!”

Unable to contain his amusement anymore, Conner bursts out laughing in a quite loud and uncontrolled way. It’s not something he does often, or at all, so it’s no wonder Artemis and Dick halt their argument to turn and glare at him.

“Sorry,” he manages to choke out. He tries to stop laughing, ends up snorting and laughing harder than before, careful not to jostle Colin too much. Artemis and Dick eventually end up going back to the middle of the ice rink to face off against each other… again.

M’gann, who’s sitting next to him on a nearby bench and holding Carter, looks at him curiously. “I don't think I’ve seen you laugh like this before.”

He shrugs, still smiling. “I don't find things this highly amusing often,” he explains.

“And what was so funny about this? Dick being ruthless when lying and finally drawing the line at the twins?” she asks.

“Yes. Did you see his face? I’ve never seen him go pale so fast. And he keeps saying I’m the one who’s gone soft.”

She seems to think about it, then smiles. Bouncing Carter on her leg, she says, “Can you blame him, though? Your sons are the cutest babies I have ever seen, and they have such beautiful innocent eyes that anyone would gladly die for.”

“Thank you?”

Her smile widens, and she runs her hand through Carter’s hair before looking back at the ice rink. Artemis and Dick circle around each other on their ice skates, shouting who knows what before performing the exact same trick.

“It has to be Dick’s first time skating, shouldn’t it? I mean, since I’ve known him I’ve never seen him do it,” she says.

“It is his first,” Conner confirms. “But it’s also Artemis’s first, right?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“How is either of them any good at it?”

This time, M’gann is the one who laughs. “We’ll have to ask them when they’re done, but I'm in no mood to hurry them up. I’m having fun just being here with you and the twins.”

“Thanks for babysitting with me, by the way.”

“It’s my pleasure.” She looks at the twins, then back to Conner’s face. “I don't think I’ve ever seen you this happy.”

Conner brushes Colin’s soft hair out of the baby’s eyes, trails his finger down the small cheek. Carter wiggles in M’gann’s arms, and in the background, he can hear Dick’s iconic laugh at whatever he and Artemis are doing.

“I’ve never been this happy,” he tells her. And he doesn't think he’ll ever be any happier.

Well, unless…

Yeah, he needs to start giving that some serious and actual thought.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21643741/chapters/52025167

[briefconnoisseurwolf]

Fluffcember: Day 9

Making up my missed Fluffcember days...

WIP: Nocturne No. 20

Logline: A tale of two composers in 1830s Paris. Don’t worry, historians, they’re just very dear friends.

Genre: LGBTQ+ fiction, romance, biographical/historical fiction, new adult, supposedly literary fiction

Characters involved: Franz Liszt, Monsieur Jean-Bale, Fryderyk Chopin, Auguste Franchomme, and other friends that may appear (but not frequently enough to liszt)

Tag list: @onthefrits​ @typewriter-jade​ @vylyk​ @notwritinganyflufftoday​

NaNo is over, but Nocturne isn’t! If you would like to be added to (or removed from) the tag list, please let me know! Nocturne No. 20 also has its own blog [tag/link here]

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Day 9: Baking

Auguste started to call Chopin’s name as he came into the house that Chopin and Delacroix shared, but held his tongue when he heard the singing of the piano. Auguste smiled and set a basket of groceries on the kitchen table before going to stand in the entryway of the drawing room. For once, Chopin was playing the piano while the sunlight bathed him. A light breeze fluttered the curtains over the open window, and petals drifted from the vase of flowers sitting on the sill. Auguste knocked softly on the wall. Chopin finished the piece he was playing and turned to Auguste. 

“Ah, Auguste!” Chopin stood and crossed the room with lively strides. He kissed Auguste’s cheek in greeting. “I was wondering when you would be here.”

I thought he loathed greeting with a kiss?

Auguste pecked Chopin’s cheek back. “I stopped by the market on my way from the Conservatoire and bought everything to make clafoutis.”

Perhaps, he has finally adjusted after all these years?

“Would you like help baking it?” Chopin asked, already making his way to the kitchen.

“Oh, I can make do.” Auguste followed him. “I would hate to interrupt your composing.”

“I wasn’t composing. Only practicing. And even I need a break.” Chopin grabbed a mixing bowl. “Delacroix has such fancy cookware and plenty of it. Sometimes I wonder how Franz and I ever cooked at home.”

“I think the two of you lived on alcohol and apples,” Auguste chuckled and dumped the cherries into the kitchen basin to be rinsed. He started plucking stems. “Not that I would have said this at the time, I thought myself so old at twenty-five, but we were so young.”

“True. If we weren’t, I doubt we would have survived such a lifestyle! It seems so long ago, and yet it could have been yesterday…”

Auguste stole a glanced at Chopin. He was measuring out flour and sugar. A bright smile played at his lips, and the shadows under his eyes seemed faint for once. The midday sun pouring through the kitchen window highlighted the sparse gray strands in Chopin’s hair. Auguste counted five. “You look good today.”

Chopin looked at Auguste. “So do you.” His smile wrinkled the corners of his eyes. “I’m teasing. You mean that I look well, non? I feel well today. I haven’t coughed much.” Chopin knocked on the wooden table and finished mixing the dry ingredients before joining Auguste at the sink. They both started plucking stems from the cherries. “Hm… I think I remember a game that Franz would always harass me to play,” Chopin said and popped one of the stems in his mouth.

“What are you doing?” Auguste peered at Chopin as he stared straight ahead, his brow furrowed in concentration.

After a pause, Chopin procured a tied cherry stem from his mouth. “Ah ha!”

“What kind of game is that?”

Chopin shrugged and ate one of the cherries. “I’m unsure. He never did explain the game to me.”

“Odd.” Auguste hesitantly put one of the stems in his mouth. He surrendered to the strange game after a few minutes and started gnawing on it instead. His hand bumped Chopin’s as they both reached for another handful of berries. Auguste coughed to avoid swallowing the stem and tossed the chewed thing aside. “Sorry…”

“It didn’t bother me, Auguste. We’ve been apart long enough.” Chopin dried his hands and patted Auguste’s shoulder. “Being nothing more than friends hasn’t made my heart ache in some time.”

Before Chopin could move, Auguste put his hand over Chopin’s, holding it against his shoulder. “I wish I’d never done what I did. I wish I had been braver.” Auguste kept his gaze out the window as he spoke and watched the world move. Leaves drifted from the trees on the summer breeze. A cat stalked a butterfly in the neighbor’s garden. A bird landed on a street post and sang.

“Auguste.”

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Aaaaaand cliff hanger! To be continued...