#prompt: cuddling

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

Moonbeam 🌙✨

Otayuri Week Day 7 - Cuddle

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Fluffcation ~ Prompt: Cuddling

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December 4th: Cuddling

[lahficclub]

A Rainy Adventure

Link for the fic: A Rainy Adventure

Author: LadyJekyll

Relationship: Greg Davies/Alex Horne

Additional tags:

Fluff

RPF

Rain

Cuddling & Snuggling

Tour Bus

Summary:

For December's prompt: Pre-Romantic Cuddling!

[prankdoeswriting]

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Acnologia/Gildarts Clive/God Serena, Gildarts Clive & Karameel, Gildarts Clive & Natsu Dragneel Characters: Gildarts Clive, Acnologia (Fairy Tail), God Serena (Fairy Tail), Karameel (Fairy Tail), Ignia (Fairy Tail), Elefseria (Fairy Tail), Aldoron (Fairy Tail) Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Strangers to Lovers, Rivals to Lovers, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, (technically the "friends" part is more battlebros but same diff), Pre-Relationship, Bonding, Character Growth, Accidental Child Acquisition, Action, Action/Adventure, Injury, Burns, Canon-Typical Violence, First Aid, Medieval Medicine, Physical hurt/comfort, Drinking, Drunken Flirting, Bad Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Oblivious, Misunderstandings, (but mainly the hilarious kind), Sleepy Cuddles, (the last quarter of the story veers into unreliable narrator territory), First Meetings, Fairy Tail 100 Year Quest Spoilers, (genuinely can't tell if the violence is graphic enough), (hence the 'chose not to use archive warnings'), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, Banter, Near Death Experiences Series: Part 1 of Gildarts, did you sign the quest paperwork as "The Terrible Threesome"?!, Part 72 of Works by "Prank" (Pseud Series) Summary:

Taking shelter in a cave on his way to Guiltina had unknowingly changed Gildarts' life. It'd just take him a few near-death experiences before even a hint of that started to sink in...

or: Desperate for the Dragon Gods to be slain, there was no objection when Gildarts Clive brought along two non-Fairy Tail helpers for the 100 Years Quest (beyond the fact that neither were hot women and one immediately tried to kill the quest-giver).

(For FT Poly Week 2024, Day 4: Cuddling / Trips.)

[bluegreenamber]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Ashton Greymoore & Milo Krook Characters: Ashton Greymoore, Milo Krook Additional Tags: critter-genfic-events's Critter Genfic Bingo (Critical Role), Marquet (Critical Role), Cuddling & Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Whumpuary 2024, Pre-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Head Injury, Dunamancy (Critical Role), Unconsciousness, Medical Inaccuracies, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Abandonment, Betrayal, Major Character Injury, Queerplatonic Relationships, Delirium, Fever, Aftermath of Violence, Touch-Starved, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Ashton Greymoore, Touch-Averse Ashton Greymoore, Ashton Greymoore Has Chronic Pain, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Near Death Experiences Series: Part 10 of Whumpuary 2024, Part 12 of Critter Genfic Bingo Summary:

Milo Krook is more than used to fixing other people's messes, but picking up the literal pieces of a certain earth genasi has never been part of their job description as a tinkerer. All they know is that Ashton is going to owe them so many drinks by the end of this whole ordeal.

[No. 13 & 15 of Whumpuary 2024]

[corkinavoid]

Thank you, @aceinacorner, for this gem:

You are the inspiration for

DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage [pt. 3]

[<- part 2 | part 4 ->]

Duke narrows his eyes.

He swears Tim was not in the Cave just five seconds ago, and yet, in the brief moment when Duke wasn't looking, he just materialized out of motherfucking aether. Smelling like Chinese food and holding a chicken skewer that looks so good that Duke's mouth waters.

"Can I have a piece?" He asks, the divine smell of food overriding the urge to ask 'where did you get it' or 'how did you get here'.

Tim nods, smiles, and hands Duke the whole skewer before going for the elevator.

Is it Duke's hallucination, or is he really humming something as he goes?.. Actually, that doesn't matter. The chicken tastes even better than it smells, and Duke is perfectly willing to keep his mouth shut in exchange for food.

You don't talk with your mouth full, after all.

~☆~

Cass watches Tim over the table. She hasn't heard him coming into the dinner room - no steps in the hall, no rustle of clothing or breathing. It's like the boy has somehow appeared right in front of the door out of nowhere before entering.

What's more, he seems obviously not hungry, picking at his food with an absent, if a bit dreamy, expression. Granted, Tim always picks at his food, but Cass can see the difference between 'Tim's mind is busy with a new case and therefore too distracted to eat' and 'Tim already had dinner elsewhere and is too full to eat now'.

The bags under his eyes are also not as dark as they usually are. Come to think of it, Cass hasn't seen him in a bad mood for a few weeks now, which shouldn't really be that strange, but it's Tim. The smallest of inconveniences can put him in a bad mood.

Tim notices her looking and raises an eyebrow.

Cass blinks and goes back to her plate. Whatever is keeping her brother happy, it deserves her full approval.

~☆~

Jason is... not so sure as to what is happening.

He did notice that Tim was really chill lately, but this is going a bit overboard.

"Did you spike it with arsenic, Replacement?" He asks, suspiciously looking the offered cup of coffee over without taking it. Tim - surprisingly, actually - doesn't react to the nickname in the slightest, instead giving Jason a deadpan look. Then, he brings the cup up to his mouth, takes a sip, and hands it back again.

Okay, well, that proves no arsenic, at least. It's still very weird. Tim doesn't just buy coffee for people, and he especially doesn't buy coffee for Jason.

"Am I going to owe you something for it, or what?" He asks, slowly reaching for the cup. Tim sighs.

"No. It's just a drink - my boyfriend loves it, and I think you'd like it as well," he explains with a shrug, and Jason is honestly too befuddled to ask about anything. Including the boyfriend part.

No, but since when does Timbers have a boyfriend? He sure hadn't mentioned anything about it to any of the others.

The drink turns out to be not coffee but something else, tangy and thick, and when Jason takes the lid off, it's green like Mountain Dew.

It does taste great, though, and later Jason considers asking Tim for another one. He hadn't had anything better in ages.

~☆~

Damian strikes through the last one of the training holograms, breathing heavily. And yet, just as the 'simulation complete' message pops up in the air, he hears a step behind him.

He turns around faster than a lightning, and-

Finds Timothy's neck at the tip of his katana, with his hands up in surrender.

"What are you doing here?" Damian sneers, lowering his weapon, and Tim swallows. Not because of surprise or fear, though, he clearly had some half chewed up food in his mouth.

"Inaccurate drop off," he says, looking Damian straight in the eyes, "I was aiming for the main floor."

He smells of Indian food and spices, and Damian almost sneezes.

"What do you mean 'aiming'?" He demands, but Drake just waves him off, heading towards the elevator up.

"No worries, I'll do better next time," he shoots a smile over his shoulder, "See you on patrol!" And with that, the elevator doors close after him, leaving Damian alone.

Drake has always been strange, but this is too much even for him.

Not that it's Damian's business. He huffs and starts the simulation over again.

~☆~

If Dick didn't witness it with his own two eyes, he would have never believed it. Alas, he did, and even though the swirling green vortex has already disappeared like it was never there, Tim, whom the strange portal just spat out on the floor of the Cave, is still here.

"What the fuck was that?" He nearly yells, and Tim looks up, a face of perfect innocence.

"What was what?" He returns the question, and Dick can't find the words to explain, so he just wildly gestures to the place where the portal has been less than five seconds ago. Tim blinks, "Oh, that. That was my date."

Dick chokes on his breath.

"Your date?" He parrots, hoarse and breathless, and Tim nods, like there's not a single thing wrong with anything that has just happened. "Since when do you go on dates? Wait, I thought you were engaged, you said it was cheating to date anyone else, even if you didn't know the spouse, you said-" he cuts himself off, feeling his own face slowly falling and his stomach sinking down in horror. "No. No, don't tell me."

But the shit-eating grin on Tim's face is already proof enough.

Dick clears his throat. Takes a deep breath.

Seeing that Tim is still in one piece, and, well, that he did just casually come out of a magic portal in the middle of the Cave, it's probably safe to say that it's not the first time.

And, judging by the mirth in Tim's grin, it's also safe to say he's been rather enjoying it.

Dick releases one long, loud breath and forces a smile on his face as well.

"So, how is it?" He asks, trying in vain to sound light-hearted, not suspicious. Tim's smile gets wider, and there's a glint of excitement in his eyes now, which Dick considers a good thing, all in all.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

~☆~

Bonus Scene (that somehow turned out longer than I planned)

~☆~

"Where's Tim?" Bruce asks when all the rest of his kids are already seated around the table for breakfast.

"At Danny's, probably," Steph shrugs before digging into the waffles on her plate. Bruce frowns.

"Danny's?" He asks. He hasn't heard that name before. Is that a friend of Tim's?

"Drake's paramour," Damian clarifies, not bothering to look up from his own food, and Bruce's mind comes to a screeching halt. He blinks stupidly, looking around the table and sincerely hoping it is some sort of a prank, but Cass smiles and nods, and Dick has an expression of pure exhaustion on his face, and Duke is huffing a snort of laughter at him for it.

"Since when-" Bruce starts, but he is suddenly cut off by a glowing circle that appears just a few feet away from them all.

It grows quickly, morphing into a vortex, a green and ominous tear in reality big enough for a person to walk through, hanging in the air a few inches over the ground. The space around it feels staticky somehow, and the color is too bright to look at directly, and it definitely doesn't belong to their dining room. But before Bruce is able to say another word or do anything at all, Tim steps out of it, his hair and clothes ruffled.

"Oh, fuck," he mutters upon seeing them all, and turns around, sticking his head into the vortex just as it starts to close. The vortex pauses.

Bruce is almost too stunned to move.

His kids don't share the sentiment, though, most of them not paying the portal any attention at all. Bruce would have reprimanded them for the poor awareness of their surroundings if he didn't notice how Damian simply glanced up at it before going back to his food.

They saw the portal. They just didn't deem it dangerous. For some reason.

Tim's face comes back out, and he turns to Bruce. His expression looks different than before: a bit smug, a little mischievous, and just a tad bit nervous.

Then, another head pops up through the surface of the portal. A boy - or at least they look like a boy - with snow white hair that floats in the air and bright, almost neon blue eyes. His skin is far too pale for him to be human, and- he has freckles that look like constellations.

For some reason, that's the part that makes Bruce finally resign to the fact that this is just how his life is. With breakfasts interrupted by green portals and otherworldly boyfriends - because who else might it be, really - before he even had his morning coffee.

"Hi!" Said otherworldly boyfriend grins and waves his hand. "I'm Danny, Tim's fiance," he introduces himself, and Bruce conjures the last scraps of his scattered mind to smile and nod back.

"Good morning, Danny. I'm Bruce." He has no idea what else to say; it seems like a bit late for shovel talk, but a bit early for welcoming speech.

"Would Young Master Danny care to join us for breakfast?" Alfred's calm, but still slightly amused voice comes from the door. Bruce turns to look at the butler with a sense of exasperation - is he really the last one to learn anything in this house? - but the man seems... well, not surprised, at least not on the surface. But his grip on the pitcher of orange juice is just a little too tense for him to have been in the know all along.

Danny turns to him and smiles nicely - his teeth are also way too sharp for a human - before shaking his head, "No, sorry, I was just dropping Tim off."

"For God's sake," Tim rolls his eyes, "Just put on some pants and come out, I refuse to suffer through this alone."

Dick chokes on his toast. Steph gasps, her eyes snapping between Tim and Danny in delight. Cass snorts and kicks her under the table. Damian groans.

"Spare me from the details of your personal life, Drake. Need I remind you that I am thirteen," he narrows his eyes.

The constellations on Danny's cheeks shine just a bit brighter, and Bruce has no idea what that is supposed to mean, but his guess is along the lines of embarrassment. Especially when the boy completes it with rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"You mean to tell me that, at thirteen years old, you don't know what sex is?" Tim deadpans, running a hand through his hair in a useless effort to smooth it and taking his seat at the table. Dick's coughing fit comes back with renewed force.

"We didn't-" Danny starts, still kind of hovering midway through the portal, but Damian pays him little attention.

"I do. Yet, I prefer my mind free of the knowledge when it applies to you."

"I want all the details, though," Steph pipes up, looking at Danny from her seat, "Can you, like, sprout tentacles or something, because I know for a fact Tim likes that kind of-"

"Steph!" Tim yells at her, face red, and then turns to Danny, who suddenly has a very interested, if a bit mischievous, look on his face, "Don't you dare."

"Yeah, okay," Danny snorts and disappears back in the portal. Bruce half-expects it to close after him, but the vortex stays.

Which probably means the boy - the King of Infinite Realms, Keeper of Unseen Worlds, Eyes of the Universe - is going to be right back.

After he puts on some pants, supposedly.

Bruce watches Tim rub his face in frustration while Steph giggles and elbows him in the side, and sighs. This is so not how he expected this morning to be.

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

There's no other way to say this,

but Jason is currently being haunted by a ridiculously cartoony ghost.

Like one of those window stickers Alfred was so fond of putting up for Halloween.

Two small green ovals and a mouth that only shows when it's making noises.

It didn't even say boo! It made these small chirps and purrs in different pitches.

He couldn't get rid of it, throwing the thing off a roof did nothing, locking it away didn't deter it. It could just phase out of his hands if it wanted to.

It's just playing with him!

So Jason was stuck with a sometimes visible little friend and he had the feeling that it was laughing at him.

Danny was... somewhere.

He was aware of that.

The fear gas had hit the college fast, many were caught unaware and unable to put on their gas masks before it was too late.

Danny was one of them.

His body recognized the gas was a toxin, it tried it's damn best to burn it out of his body in those moments of panic, and now all he knows is that his is zapped of all energy.

Thankfully, he found a protector while he recuperated!

Danny can now just be a little guy and focus on storing energy.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Cuddling Dialogue

"Have you always been this cuddly?"

"Come here, I'll warm you up."

"You're so warm and soft."

"Let's just stay in bed and cuddle some more."

"Nothing feels better than your body."

"You actually do give amazing hugs."

"I think someone needs a good cuddle."

"Hmm, you fit so well in my arms."

"You're like my personal teddy bear."

"Need a cuddle?"

"Come on, bring it in."

"You can't escape my cuddles."

"I'm not letting go, so you can stop fighting it."

"Today is one of those stay in bed and cuddle days."

"I want to stay in your arms forever."

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[justaz]

merlin gets sick. like. bad sick. maybe its a curse maybe its natural idk all i know is that merlin gets sick. he has a fever so high he is somewhat delirious. his whole body hurts. he feels like death. he ends up traversing the castle to enter arthur’s chambers and climbs into bed next to him. he was in pain and felt like shit and in his delirious state, he went to the one person who could always offer him comfort. arthur wakes to find merlin curled up next to him, his tunic fisted tightly in his hand as if to keep arthur where he was. gaius quietly walks in and extracts merlin from the bed, apologizing and explaining that merlin was ill and delirious with the fever. merlin is being tugged out of bed, away from arthur.

he’s fighting as best he can which, considering he’s sick, isn’t that good as gaius doesn’t even blink. then merlin is being dragged across the room, away from arthur and his body heat which was chasing away the chills and his touch was easing his pain. merlin starts complaining, whining more like, about how he wants arthur. gaius apologizes again and says he’ll send for a replacement to serve him before finally getting merlin out of arthur’s chambers and back to his own bed. gaius steps out for an hour to retrieve herbs from the town and returns to finds arthur curled around merlin in his little cot in his room, merlin fisting arthur’s tunic and arthur’s hand rubbing up and down merlin’s back.

[comfort-character-central]

Imagine your f/o rapidly pecking your lips over and over again. Letting out small giggles and laughs, their excitement is expressed through their genuine love and affection for you.

[makothegayyburrito]

Like, “hey bud, you look a bit cold there”

(An old meme I made that’s been floating around in my archives)

[daranatsus]

How about Mirabelle and Siffrin reading together?

Sleepy late night monster novel talk

[lahficclub]

Frozen Locks

Link for the fic: Frozen Locks

Author: Illuminescence

Relationship: Greg Davies/Alex Horne

Additional tags:

Platonic Cuddling

Snow

Threatened Hypothermia

Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting

locksmith - Freeform

Fluff

Summary:

In a little village on the coast, Alex Horne the locksmith has stayed late as the snow piles up outside. He's about to head home to his warm, comfortable, bed when the phone rings - who would need a locksmith at this hour, in this weather?

“Sorry!” Greg calls over the storm. “Are you the locksmith?” The man holds up a bag, as if that were proof enough – but it’s dusted white and doesn’t tell Greg anything – as if he’d been in the snow for a while.

In fact… Greg looks around. The snow is tearing at his face and he scrunches his eyes to see in the ghostly white light of a snow-filled night – but the single track road to the cottage on the cliff has only his car on it. Instead, a rapidly filling track carved through it – knee deep – winds down towards the village over a mile away.

“Did you… walk here?” He stares at the man – not as short as he’d seemed bent over to look in the window – with astonishment.

[benevolenterrancy]

hi!! I think your art is *so cool* o(≧∇≦o)

do you think you could draw more moshang? either post canon or that au you did last time?? (baby mobei has my heart and all I own)

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) oh! how about return to childhood—moshang flavor?

don't question this king, shang qinghua, he knows what he's about

[harmonysixx]

just go away Wars

very quick, sloppy thing I did for a sprint prompt on the LU discord server. Cleaned up the colors a little afterwards, but had no motivation left to work on it further :')