#lucine fluff

[princess-tulip-writes]

before tamlin turned absolutely FERAL i must admit i did have fantasies about him and lucien being soft doms. like imagine ur kissing tamlin sweetly and lucien pulls you into his lap and it’s all soft and cute and stuff happens 🫠

tamlin’s lips caressed yours softly, his hands running through your body sweetly before pulling away to admire your face briefly.

“you’re so pretty, y/n.” he mumbled.

you blushed before giving his cheek one last kiss and turning to your other lover.

“come here, my sweet princess.” lucien beckoned you, his hand patting his thigh gently while locking eyes with you.

you smiled softly to yourself as you strode over to your mate, content with the spring breeze flowing through the open windows and into the fabric of your sundress.

the aubern haired male looked you up and down, a small smirk on his face— but not a naughty one. a smirk of cocky adoration, as if he was proud to call you his.

[pupsmailbox]

DOG︰WOLF ID PACK

NAMES ⌇ ace. affen. affie. aidi. airendale. akita. aksaray. alano. alex. alfie. annie. apollo. archie. aries. armant. artemis. artois. ash. asher. aurora. badulf. bailey. bandit. barbet. barkley. basenji. bear. beau. bella. beowulf. biewer. blue. bluey. bolt. boris. boxer. brad. brenard. brittany. brutus. bud. buddie. buddy. buster. buttercup. buzz. cailean. cain. cairn. caleb. canaan. cane. canid. canis. carlo. carol. catellus. celeste. charles. charlie. chase. chewie. chip. cliff. clifford. coco. collie. conall. conan. cooper. daisy. dale. darwin. dash. daxie. dexter. diana. dire. dixie. duke. dylan. echo. emory. eros. eskie. ester. fang. fenrir. fido. finn. ford. fox. frankie. ghan. glen. gold. gordon. gray. grey. griffon. grim. grimmwolf. hamilton. harley. havana. hero. hound. howl. hunter. indie. indy. jack. joey. kai. kaleb. kalev. kelpie. ken. kerry. kibble. kibs. kit. lady. leo. leon. llewelyn. lola. lowell. lucine. lucy. luna. lupin. lyca. lycro. lycus. mace. maisie. mal. malinois. marley. max. mia. miles. milo. mingan. mob. molly. mudd. mutt. nala. night. noire. noiresse. noirette. nova. nugget. nyx. oliver. ollie. orion. oscar. paxton. peach. pebble. phoebe. picard. pila. pluto. poppy. puff. pup. ralph. randy. red. redd. remus. rex. rhys. riley. rocky. rolfo. roman. romulus. rosie. rover. rowdy. roxie. roxy. ruby. rudy. ruff. rufus. ruppell. russel. russell. sadie. scottie. scout. scruff. scruffy. selena. shep. shepard. shepherd. silver. sophie. spike. spitz. spot. stafford. star. stella. stick. storm. stormy. suki. teddy. terry. tiger. tosa. venerie. walker. will. wolf. wolfgang. zip. zoey.

PRONOUNS ⌇　arf/arf. awoo/awoo. ba/ball. ba/bark. bark/bark. bite/bite. ble/blep. bo/bone. bo/bork. bork/bork. cae/canine. can/cani. cani/cani. canin/canine. canine/canine. cha/chase. chew/chew. claw/claw. co/collar. coll/collar. cute/cute. dig/dig. dog/dog. drool/drool. en/energy. fang/fang. fe/fetch. floof/floof. fluff/fluff. fluff/fluffy. fur/fur. fur/furry. ga/game. grey/grey. grim/grim. gro/growl. growl/growl. grr/grr. guard/guard. ho/howl. houn/hound. hound/hound. howl/howl. hunt/hunt. jump/jump. lea/leash. leash/leash. lo/loyal. loyal/loyal. lu/lupi. moon/moon. mutt/mutt. muz/muzzle. night/night. pa/paw. paw/paw. pawprint/pawprit. pet/pet. pla/play. pla/playful. play/play. pooch/pooch. predator/predator. pro/protect. pup/pup. puppy/puppy. ri/rir. ri/ruff. roll/roll. rough/rough. ru/run. ruff/ruff. run/run. slob/slober. snarl/snarl. sni/sniff. snout/snout. soft/soft. squi/squirrel. star/star. star/starry. sti/stick. tai/tail. tail/tail. teeth/teeth. teeth/teething. tre/treat. tre/tree. wa/wag. wa/walk. wag/wag. walk/walk. wolf/wolf. wolf/wolve. wolv/wolve. woof/woof. yap/yap. yip/yip. ❤ . 🌳 . 🎀 . 🎾 . 🐕 . 🐕‍🦺 . 🐩 . 🐶 . 🐺 . 🐾 . 🐿 . 👀 . 👅 . 💗 . 📢 . 📣 . 🔆 . 🔊 . 🔍 . 🗯 . 🥎 . 🦮 . 🦴 . 🧸 .

[chickenparm]

Nothing New Under the Sun (Wriothesley/gn!Reader)

AO3 Link

Wriothesley/gn!Reader 2,229 Words - SFW Awkward dates, pining, fluff

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When you first suggested it, you’d already gone in with the assumption that the answer was going to be a solid no. That he’s too busy right now, that there’s some crisis he has to handle, that the upcoming mandated day off required him to have a presence in the Fortress to prevent any trouble. 

But then he’d looked at you from behind the rim of his teacup, the smallest crease at the corner of his eye to betray his little smile, and he agreed. 

Honestly, you hadn’t thought you’d even get this far. Stammering over your words, you deliver a time later that afternoon and nearly sprint from his office to the elevators that will take you to the surface once more. You hadn’t gotten anything ready; he normally says no. God, maybe that’s why he said yes, he had to have known you didn’t expect it. 

Hotel Debord does takeout, don’t they? If you hurry, you can get there, order a few things to take with, and stop off at home… yeah, this should work. It will work. 

The aquabus doesn’t run any faster or slower than it always does, but it feels like an eternity as your knee bounces and you tune out the sound of Elphane’s usual script about the surrounding area and points of interest. You’d lived here long enough and taken this aquabus so many times that if Elphane ever needed a day off, surely you’d be able to fill in. 

Never mind the reason you’ve used the Navia Line so many times.

Does he like sweet things? You ask yourself as you search Debord’s menu. He has to, at least a little, right? He takes his tea with two sugars. Okay, Pate de Fruit, then. Maybe some Garlic Baguette. Would Lasagna be too unwieldy to eat? Probably - Tomates Narbonnaises it is, then. 

Ah, shit, the drinks. 

You can handle that at home, you have a few thermoses. Impatiently, you wait for the food, accepting the box with profuse thanks for their efforts in stashing pyro slime condensate inside to keep it all warm. The bag of Pate de Fruit sits neatly on top and you watch it carefully as you hustle home. A blanket or two should do it - oh, and the tea. 

It’s embarrassing how scattered this has made your mind. A simple, “Sure, sounds great,” and you’re in shambles like a child dealing with their crush. Well, you kind of are dealing with your crush, but it’s not like he knows that. Though, knowing Wriothesley, he probably does and has just been messing with you. 

Though, that comes with a whole host of thoughts about his motivations. As you fold the blankets to tuck into your backpack, you try to reason with yourself, murmuring beneath your breath that Wriothesley isn’t cruel. Far from it, actually, and if he did know about your feelings, it would be extremely out of character for him to mock you or string you along. 

No, he either doesn’t know, or there’s something else afoot. 

A quick glance at the clock soothes you - you have more than enough time to get to the location you specified. Then it’s a matter of scoping out a good place and making sure there aren’t any unwanted parties nearby. Hilichurls would have a field day with your goods, probably. 

Just North of the Fountain of Lucine, there’s a hilltop angled just right to get a view of Coppelius and Coppelia spinning idly at the Icewind Suit, with a backdrop of the Court beyond it. Wildflowers dot the hill on the way up, and their scent fills your nose as you make the short hike and ensure everything is clear. Nothing to worry about except how you’re going to make conversation with this guy. 

Your cheeks warm as you lay out the blanket - checkered, to be cliché. Another thing you weren’t prepared for. Usually you have time to think of arbitrary reasons to talk to Wriothesley when you head down to the Fortress once a week. But this is all purely casual; are you supposed to just talk about the weather? 

God, you feel like a mess. Carefully, you set the box of lunch on the blanket, sweeping your hands against one another in little claps as you look at the little setup. Not too bad on this front, you think-

“You look exhausted. Run a few too many last-minute errands?”

The hill nearly takes your life as you almost tumble down it, catching yourself with waving arms before you turn and irritation overtakes your nerves, “Don’t sneak up on someone like that!”

“I wasn’t sneaking, I even called your name from the bottom of the hill. Not my fault you were daydreaming.” Wriothesley doesn’t hide the little half-cocked smile on his face as he tilts his head, making a show of looking at the spread behind you. “Either way, those errands paid off, huh? Looks great. Next time’s my treat.”

Next time, next time, next time-

“Uh… yeah, sure. I got a few things, I wasn’t sure what you’d like.”

“I’m not picky.” Wriothesley answers simply, stepping closer to take your elbow with his hand - it’s warm - and steer the two of you to the picnic you’ve so carefully laid out. “Checkered blanket? Cute.”

Not a single response comes to mind. You could address his light teasing, or his eating habits, or the way his fingers still wrap gently around your arm as if to help you sit down. They don’t pull away until you’re comfortable, and then he takes the space across from you, leaning back on his hands as his legs stretch out in front of him. The bottom of his boots are off the blanket, an attempt to keep from dirtying it. 

God, you wanna kiss him. 

Shaking your head to get back on track, you try to address any of those topics and instead you weakly ask, “So uh… weather’s nice, huh?”

And his head falls back while he laughs. Not meanly, or cruel, but this odd surprised sort of sound, like he hadn’t expected that at all. Neither did you, to be honest. There’s no attempt made to try and backpedal as you watch enraptured at the shake of his shoulders and that little flash of teeth from his laughter. 

Lifting his head it looks at you, eyebrows raised just enough to make him look deeply interested despite his grin, “Yeah, the weather’s great. Lots of sun.”

You want to slap your palm to your forehead, but you instead tense your shoulders and set to work unpacking the box containing your lunch. A bit of steam wafts out thanks to the slime condensate, and as you reach in for the containers, you hiss a little at the sudden sharp temperature. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t chide you for being careless, but he does quietly sit straight and all but takes over the distribution of food for you. You’re normally not so clumsy but you’re also normally not in the presence of the man you can’t get your mind to let go of. Wriothesley’s arm reaches out to offer you one of the takeaway bowls, and your eyes follow the lines of his veins, the shift of muscles beneath his skin. 

If he notices how your hands shake when you accept the bowl, he graciously says nothing, and instead just reaches for the thermos of tea. Singular. 

“Ah, shoot. I forgot the other one on the counter at home.” You murmur, watching as he stops in the middle of unscrewing the cap. 

His eyes dart from the tea to you, then he shrugs. “We’ll just share, then. Here.”

Your bowl of food is warm on your lap as you reach for the thermos, taking it and quietly thanking him before taking a drink. Thoughtlessly, you pass it back without further scrutiny of the situation, only to be blindsided when he accepts it and turns it so that he can drink from the same spot on the rim that you did. 

And when he swallows, his tongue darts out a little, and your fingers are dangerously close to cracking your bowl with your grip. He has to know. He has to know. Because there’s no way a person would ever cause this much mental damage without it being deliberate. 

Your mouth opens and closes, trying and failing to say anything at all. Wriothesley looks at you, face downturned a little toward his food, waiting patiently to give you some time. When it drags a little too long, he’s graciously merciful, “You know, it’s pretty nice out here. Good view, and it’s quiet - one thing I don’t get much of in the Fortress. I’m sure the Palais Mermonia is just as busy for you, yeah?”

Mutely you nod, and just before taking a bite of the food, he says, “We can just enjoy it, then. Don’t feel like you have to fill the silence for my sake. Plenty to be said about spending time with someone in peace.”

Relief floods through you. It’s like he can read your mind, and you enjoy the ambient sounds around you as he smiles knowingly and takes another sip of tea from the same spot. Then, offers it to you. 

Surely this is a test, and you look at it unsurely for a moment before he wiggles the thermos a little as if to say, “C’mon, it won’t bite.”

You’re going to pass it, you’ve decided, and you take the tea with a murmur of thanks before shifting it with your fingertips to turn in your hand and drink from that same spot as well. Wriothesley sits up a little, then leans back on one hand again, and looks oddly satisfied for something so simple. 

The quiet makes things easier when there isn’t a looming expectation for you to be a good host. The food is finished, and your hunch about sweets was right as he lounges on the blanket and rummages in the back of candied fruits. Unable to keep from watching, you wear a little smile as he chews one thoughtfully, then takes another in quiet approval.

Catching your gaze, he tilts his head a little toward you and asks, “Want one? These are pretty good.”

Nodding, you hold a hand out for him to place one, but he holds his fingers up. They’re visibly coated in little sugar crystals, likely sticky from the candies. “No use getting your hands dirty. Open up.”

Not a single thought rolls through your mind. Nothing at all. Just an odd sort of white noise as you watch him pull a candy from the little bag and hold it with his fingertips, fully intent on feeding it to you. If you back down now, you’ll surely kick yourself for it later, and with bated breath you open your mouth. 

The sweetness blooms across your tongue before the candy even touches it. One of his fingertips just barely grazes across your taste buds as he deposits the slice of fruit, and you look at him with wide eyes and your heart pounding hard enough that it must be visible on your chest. You want to die, or maybe you’re already dead, and your mind is shooting its last bits of electricity before you pass on. 

“Good, huh?” Wriothesley asks like he hasn’t caused you to toe the line of passing out. He brings his fingers to his mouth, lips wrapping around his index, then his thumb, and he murmurs around it, “Want another?”

How do you explain that if he does that to you again, you’re going to perish? 

Luckily, your stunned silence is enough of an answer that he finishes off the candied fruits on his own, sprawled out on the blanket with one arm tucked behind his head and the other idly eating from the bag leaning against his hip. This is a disaster of the best kind, you’re not sure how to recover it. Is this even salvageable? 

“I really should be getting back. There’s a lot on my plate today.”

“Oh, if that’s the case, you didn’t have to-”

“No, I didn’t, but I wanted to make an exception. So I did.” Wriothesley sits up, waving one hand as if that would be enough to ward off your worries about taking so much of his time on this picnic. Except he seems more relaxed, like the weight on his shoulders isn’t as heavy, and you wonder if it was a waste at all. 

Wriothesley tries to help you clean up, but you nudge him away to give him an excuse to get back to work. As you pack things up, he awkwardly stands there for a moment just watching, before finally asking, “Should we just have our next date at Hotel Debord, then? Less hassle in carting things around, even if this was really nice.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, just let me know when.” You say absently, and he lets out a pleased little laugh before agreeing and leaving you alone. Only when you’re on your way back to the Court do you catch what he’d said, and the bowls in the box you’re carrying clatter together as you realize his proposition and drop them.

A letter with his wax seal is already on your desk by the next morning. It smells like him. 

[megistusdiary]

*sneaks into ask box like a little mouse* fellow arley fan! ♡ how are u? i hope u don’t mind being moots with me 🥹 been thinkin about sharing my thoughts to someone even if it’s quite brief!! i’m pretty lonely on tumblr, tho i’m a very supportive friend n you can count on me hehe

it’s not much, n i’m bad at smut so take this quick, corny piece of fluff ♡

bad by wave to earth… with arlecchino aaah fluff thoughting rn

arlecchino, being the 4th of harbingers, has never truly felt love. until she met you! the pretty girl whose always standing before the fountain of lucine. first time seeing you, she paid no attention. though as days passed, it just seemed like you’re always there, standing all day… and that intrigued her. so much, that she decided to approach you! whilst she stood beside you, you were so intimidated by her; everything about her, her stature, her face… yet her mysterious aura also enchanted you.

“why… must you always be here? is it mere leisure, or is it something meaningful?” she inquired, no ill intentions laced with her words. (she has a rbf but that’s okay we love her 🥹) nobody has ever asked you this question, perhaps she was watching you? without overthinking further, you’d go with the flow. “oh… this fountain has given people their wishes, i heard. and so, i stand here. being hopeful to the fountain that it will make my wish come true.”

arlecchino was still puzzled as to why you devote your time to a structure. “then, tell me your wish.” your curiosity piqued, making you lock your gaze with hers. “my wish… is to meet the love of my life, to be with someone that will love me.” what a beautiful wish, arle mused.

then you got to know more more about arle, and there was also a time that she gifted you a bouquet of roses!! you thanked her a lot, your smile was akin to a flower midst the sea of thorns, and she just wanted to make u smile more… after all that, you’ve finally met the love of your life once she’s courted you and started dating you.

thus, the days, for her, grew to never be as bad and boring as before anymore. (lucky girl felt the wonders of love n clings tightly onto u)

u can go ahead and stretch the second-last paragraph (if you’d like), and i’d love to see the lovely ideas coming from u! see you later, from dulcie ♡

aww this is so cute!!! i want arle to court me too 😓😓

she's very chivalrous, showing rather than telling you how much she loves you

and id love to be moots ♡ :D

[the-smiling-doodler]

Before I forget

I fulfilled my duty of creating fluff art for the gay disasters which I have published to tumblr

OIGUUHJH@??!?! MAN. IM GONNA HAVE TO CHECK WHEN I WAKE UP. unfortunately i'm too tired to look currently. goodnight lucin ^w^

[rainswept]

AND ONLY THOSE BEYOND THE STARS WILL REMAIN AS OBSERVERS.

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⚖️ iii. verdict? — answered asks (all)

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📖 v. the court of fontaine. — reblogs from mutuals.

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⚓️ vi. fontaine debates. — i hate on wriothesley (reasonably)

🫗 vii. primordial sea. — goretober posts.

🎣 vii. maritime musings. — writing from the maritime musings event.

anons — 🪄

[aiupenn]

We Need Some Time

Gin has a nightmare. Lucy is there to calm her.

[a/n: written for @bsd-rarepairweek 2019, day two. the themes were singing and nightmares, and I combined the two. this is the third time i’m trying to get it to show up in the tags. sorry to my followers.]

There was a moment after Gin opened her eyes where she panicked. She waited for the inevitable moment when blood would hit her face, but the feeling never came. Instead, she was sweating in a sleeping bag, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. She stared upwards at the stars as she tried to calm, her fingers flexing and unflexing slowly as she readjusted to the waking world.

She wasn't sure how long she lay there before she finally sat up. Her eyes immediately latched onto the small fire across the clearing where Lucy poked at the flames with a stick. Gin carefully untangled herself from Yosano's and Higuchi's sleeping bodies and approached slowly. Her arms wrapped themselves tight around herself to protect from the cold night air. She was happy for the warmth of the fire once she got close enough.

Lucy looked up as if she'd been expecting Gin's arrival. There was a stubborn pout on her face as she gave a vindictive poke into the fire. "It won't give me my ham back."

Gin looked to the sad, smoldering lump in the coals, a small smile creeping on to her face. Even if Lucy did manage to get it out, it'd be far from edible. But Lucy continued to jab at the embers anyways.

There were a lot of places to sit around the fire, but Gin settled down next to Lucy on her log. She had a feeling Lucy wouldn't mind.

They watched the flames dance for a long while, only interrupted on occasion by Lucy's erratic poking. Gin was happy for the silence, the simple comfort of another living and breathing body next to her's more than enough.

"What woke you up?" Lucy asked, then she added a 'yes' or 'no' question for Gin's benefit, "Cold?"

Gin's gaze slowly lowered to her feet. Eventually, she shook her head 'no'.

Lucy simply hummed in response, willing to let the subject drop. She jammed her stick especially roughly into the fire. Gin watched with slight alarm as the flames threatened to lick at Lucy's skin. The stick had grown too short to be playing with. Gin gently took the stick from Lucy's hand and stood to find her another.

Lucy pouted a little, propping her head in her hands. She seemed to grow bored quickly while Gin tried to break off a dead branch from a nearby pine. The sound of singing reached Gin's ears before long. Lucy was singing a small, charming sounding English song. The tune of it alone was enough for Gin to feel a little more relaxed.

She returned to the fireside with a suitably long stick and held it out to Lucy. She looked it up and down skeptically before taking it. "Could've just kept the old one," she muttered, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Gin sat back down, a little closer this time. Lucy poked at the fire with fervor, completely abandoning the lump that was her ham. She watched the chaos of embers she was making with slight delight and Gin was more than happy to watch her nonsense.

The fire began to burn down and Lucy left to add two more logs to the fire. The loss of her company, even though she didn't go far, made Gin feel colder. She rubbed her arms, almost wishing that Lucy had let the fire die instead of leaving. Without Lucy there, Gin found her thoughts being dragged back to the nightmare she was trying hard to forget.

Lucy returned quickly enough, though, and she straddled the log. "Turn," she said in that commanding tone that was uniquely her's.

Gin obeyed without question.

There was a rustling sound as Lucy dug through her pack. After a moment, she produced a comb and slipped it into Gin's hands. Gin's eyes widened as she looked at the sparkling object. "Coated with real gold," Lucy said, her voice not braggadocious, "Fitzgerald gave it to me."

Gin turned the comb this way and that, watching the way the gold caught the flickering firelight. It was heavy and comforting in her hands, and she couldn't help but think that it was a terribly pretty and precious object. In her mind, she tucked away something like this into a wishlist. There were very few occasions for her to spend her money on such beautiful and delicate things, but one day maybe she'd like something like this.

Lucy waited patiently until Gin handed the comb back. As soon as she had, Lucy picked up small groups of Gin's hair and brushing it. The sensation was strange at first, as Gin hadn't ever had someone brush her hair for her before, but she quickly relaxed into it. She enjoyed the gentle, almost tickling pull on her scalp. Her eyes drifted closed as she trusted Lucy with her task.

"Your hair really is very pretty," Lucy told her, her voice soft, "It's so much longer than I'd expected."

Gin couldn't help but blush at the compliment. Since she was usually mistaken as a boy, she very rarely got told any part of her was 'pretty'. That didn't normally bother her, but it was a nice feeling all the same.

"Do you get nightmares often?"

Gin's eyes slowly opened. She stared straight into the woods, listening to the sound of soft snoring and the crackling of the fire for a moment. "Yes," she whispered.

Lucy handed her the comb again, and Gin was happy to have it. She stroked the spins with her thumb, delighted by the quiet sound they made. Lucy separated Gin's hair into sections. "What do you normally do? After nightmares, I mean."

Gin thought for a moment. Noise. Noise was what she liked after nightmares, a reminder she wasn't alone. "Movies."

Lucy hummed in agreement. "Feels less lonely that way, doesn't it?"

Gin nodded.

Lucy sighed, letting the heavy braid she'd made slip from her fingers. "You should get some more sleep," she said, turning back to the fire.

Gin frowned, turning to the fire herself. She didn't really want to go back to sleeping next to Yosano and Higuchi. They kicked in their sleep. She would much rather fall asleep next to Lucy, next to the warm fire.

Lucy picked up on this, somehow. "Well, you can stay here. You'll just have to listen to my terrible singing. Otherwise, I'll get bored and nod off."

Gin smiled a little. It was a very pleasant idea to sit here and fall asleep to Lucy's singing voice, even if she weren't brave enough to admit it. Lucy blushed immediately on seeing Gin's smile, which made Gin blush, too. To distract herself, Lucy took the fire poking stick in her hand and started stabbing it against the coals once more. When Gin didn't leave, Lucy tapped her own shoulder. "Well? Lean on me."

Gin's eyes widened a little, but Lucy didn't seem to be joking. She only hesitated for a moment before gently resting her cheek on Lucy's shoulder.

There was silence for a while before Lucy began to sing again. It wasn't the same song as before. It was quite a bit slower and softer, which made Gin think it was a lullaby. It wasn't horrible singing at all, but Gin wasn't awake long enough to tell her as much.

Every so often, Gin would be shaken awake by the start of another nightmare, only for Lucy to coo gentle encouragement to go back to sleep. And every time, Gin listened.

[roboticchibitan]

A cottage witch and her dragon 4

(Part one of this series can be found here)

Serenity sat in the room that served as both a living room and kitchen in her small home, a look of determination on her face as she stared down the items in her hands.

“Lucine made it look so easy in the store,” she muttered.

The offending items were a drop spindle for spinning yarn and a bit of fluff that was refusing to become proper yarn.

Dragon sat on the floor, looking at her curiously.

“I’m learning to spin,” she informed him. “Raw wool is cheaper than yarn so if I can just figure this out, it will cut down on production costs. And I can pre enchant the yarn to add power and layers to my enchantments.”

Dragon, having the happy circumstance of not understanding what “production costs” and “layers to enchantments,” meant, nodded sagely and started investigating her bag, where several bundles of wool in varying sizes were waiting to be spun.

“Stay out of that,” she nudged him away from her bag with her foot, to much shrieking protest. “You yell now but last week you got lost in there, remember?”

Dragon huffed and climbed up her leg onto her lap and watched her hands with fascination.

Serenity held the drop spindle in one hand, with the lumpy bit of yarn she had managed to spin wrapped clumsily around the shaft. Coming off the spindle and ending in a pile of fluff in her other hand was the rest of the yarn. She let go of the spindle, letting it hang from her hand by the yarn. Then, with a quick flick, she sent the spindle spinning to the right.

“This is called drafting,” she told Dragon as she gingerly pulled on the fluff until it was a thin strand. “You pull it thin and then let the twist - damn it” she had pulled the wool too thin and it broke, the spindle clattering to the floor.

Dragon jumped down from her lap and gingerly inspected the spindle.

“It’s not going to eat you.”

Dragon had apparently decided the window of time in which spinning was still interesting was over, so he scurried over to the bed she had made him that sat next to the fireplace and got comfy.

Serenity returned her attention to her spinning endeavors. Spin. Draft. Draft. Break. Damn it. Spin. Draft. An hour later, she had made a great deal of headway in figuring out how thin was too thin. Her yarn was still very lumpy and uneven, with some bits having too much twist and some bits having hardly any at all. But it was yarn and it was hers.

Her concentration was broken by the sound of coughing at her feet.

“Dragon! Did you try to eat my wool?”

Dragon snapped his mouth shut and shook his head no. A wisp of wool stuck out of his mouth.

“You little terror! Spit that out!”

Dragon couldn’t hold back his coughs any longer. Serenity sighed and picked him up, gingerly pulling wisps of wool out from between his tiny teeth.

“You really are the worst, you know. Did that corriedale taste good? That’s a breed of sheep. Apparently.”

Dragon radiated offended dignity but did not stop her from extricating the last bits of wool from his mouth.

“You don’t eat yarn! It’s made from the same thing! Why did you eat this?”

Dragon gave off a feeling of having not known any better.

“You didn’t know any better? You can’t just put everything in your mouth. You’re not a baby.”

Dragon huffed angrily, as if to say “I am too a baby.”

“Fine, you’re a baby. Why are you always getting into everything?”

Boredom. Dragon radiated the kind of boredom that was physically painful for a second.

“You’re bored?” Serenity was quiet for a moment while she thought about what he said. Kids did need toys. Even kittens need toys to keep them from terrorizing the adult cats.

“Okay, how about this,” she said. “I’ll make you toys, all for your very own. And then you leave my crafting supplies alone. How about that?”

Dragon nodded enthusiastically, excited.

Serenity rummaged around in her bins of yarn. “What color do you want?”

Dragon ran up her leg, across her arm, and into the bin of yarn, where he used his little paws to grab a light blue yarn and hold it against his face, cuddling it happily.

“This one it is, then.” Serenity grabbed her crochet hook and got to work.

Two hours later, Serenity held out a small light blue rabbit at arm’s length, looking it over for any bits sticking out that might attract a teething dragon.

“Dragon, come here.”

Dragon chirruped and ran over, looking at her expectantly.

“Here, this little guy is for you!” She held out the rabbit, which was almost as big as Dragon.

Dragon’s eyes widened to enormous proportions and he looked at her with a feeling of awe and a questioning “For me?”

“Yes, it’s for you! It’s a rabbit. You can play with it.”

Dragon stood on his back two legs and stood up to take the outstretched plush in his arms. He looked back at her, as if for confirmation that this really was his to keep.

“Yes! It’s yours! You can do whatever you want with it!”

Dragon let out a little shriek of celebration and ran around in a circle, almost tripping on the rabbit. He managed to stay upright on his back legs, though. Most of the time he ran around on all fours, but sometimes he would use his front legs more like arms, and balance on his back legs. Using his tail to help balance, he managed to totter over to his bed, where he collapsed in a pile of ecstatic bliss.

He rubbed his head against the rabbit’s head, squeaking happily. Then he seemed to settle down, wrapped around the rabbit. His eyes relaxed until he was squinting. And suddenly, he started making a deep rumbling noise in his chest.

“Dragon! Are you… purring?”

Dragon was clearly too happy to pay attention to anything other than cuddling his new friend. But he was definitely letting out a purr-like rumble.

“The book didn’t say anything about that,” Serenity remarked to herself. “Wait until Granny hears this.”

The purring slowly turned to tiny snores. Dragon was clearly pleased with his new toy. Serenity was glad. She’d have to make him some toys that could be chased around the house, too. Pleased with her work, she returned her attention to learning to spin while Dragon snoozed with his rabbit.

[the-excursion]

30 Days of Domestic Fluff

4. Night In

Lexis and Jude’s ship was steadily traveling across the second Quadrant of the galaxy when Lucine decided she wanted to stop by and visit Jude. They invited her in and Jude lead her to his room to be away from Lexis and his more nosy inclinations. Lucine and Jude made themselves comfortable on his bed as they streamed a show on his tablet. It was mostly silent between them as they subconsciously shifted positions to get comfortable. Lucine sat upright as Jude leaned against her, his head falling under her hand where she took the chance to play with his hair. While not realizing at first, Jude somewhat enjoyed the feeling. “So how have things been here since the last time I've seen you? It's been awhile since then,” Lucine said as she continued playing with Jude’s hair. He gave a yawn to better wake himself up from his short daze. “It’s been alright. Going through each new thing as usual. It’s a relief to actually have a break like this now, that is until Lexis decides he wants to take on another bounty,” Jude responded. Lucine smiled at what he said. “I'm glad I can relax and unwind with you too,” Lucine said. Jude tilted his head up to look at her and smirked.

Jude looked to his guitar he had on a stand on one side of the room. He then stood up and paused the show they were watching. “Hey, you brought your bass right?” He asked as he began to lift the guitar off the stand. “I did,” she said with a simple head nod. Lucine stood up and quickly went to her ship that was docked in the docking hatch. She came back in with her bass and a small portable amp. She sat back down on the bed and took out the bass from its case. She started plucking and strumming at the bass and making sure it was tuned well. Lucine plugged in her bass. “Get a riff going, we’ll vibe off that,” Lucine said. Jude blinked a moment as he finished plugging in and tuning his guitar. “You’re one step ahead of me, and I didn’t even tell you where I was going with what I said,” Jude chuckled as he sat beside her and began to play a mellow riff. Lucine added a bass line and began humming along to Jude's playing. Jude moved only his eyes to look up from his guitar and glance at her. He continued his riff as he then modestly looked back down at his guitar. While hesitating at first, Jude began to harmonize her humming with his own.

“You sound cute, freestyle a hook for our tune we got going,” Lucine said to him. A slight blush came to his face as he smirked and continued to look down at his guitar. “Come on. Show me the instincts that I've come to admire. Right here. Familiar place that's warmed only by your fire. Forming. The answer in my head of what I should be. Hold on. To it forever…” he sang then stopped and filled in the rest as he continued to hum. He had closed his eyes and focused on coming up with something on the spot as he continued to play. Lucine nodded along to Jude. “So how’d you come to play guitar and singing?” Lucine asked as she continued playing the bass. Jude looked back up to her and moved his hair away from his eyes. “Well, I’ve always been kinda musical. I’ve stuck with it cause I find it makes stuff better when they’re not all good. Not too many people know this and don’t go telling, but I would sing hand games with other members of the little group Lexis and I were in when things were looking grim to lighten them up. And when our group split, I was out performing to get by. Music has been with me for a while, even if I don’t outwardly express it. That’s just cause that’s my business,” Jude explained. “How about you? You sound cute too,” he nodded playfully. “A really long time ago back before I was turned into a Xae I was in like a dumb band in high school. So when I pick up the bass I'm reminded of the girl I was ya know,” Lucine opened up to him. “I feel the same with my guitar and music in general. I don’t get to play as often. Brings me back to simpler times when I do,” Jude said. “But for the record, I.. I like the girl you are now.. if that means anything,” he said in a submissive tone, trying to mask his bashfulness. Lucine put on a smile. “It does mean something, means a lot. And if we're adding stuff to the record let me say I could tell you were a rockstar from a mile away,” Lucine said with a warm voice as she leaned in towards Jude for a kiss. “I’m glad I could spend this time with you,” Jude stammered before modestly leaning in to meet their kiss.

[ao3feed-yoonjin]

by safiyah

In 1979 South Korea, marine biologist Kim Seokjin and expert navigator Min Yoongi join the crew of the whaling ship the Tiger Lucine as the ship embarks on an expedition to hunt the great monster that has been roaming the East seas.

Words: 1999, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Namjoon | RM

Relationships: Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

Additional Tags: Fluff and Hurt/Comfort