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green-fifteen · 2 months

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Day 8: Slow Blink

Prompt: Smile Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Pairing: Geralt & Jaskier Summary: Jaskier discovers something interesting about his companion. Word count: 1,404 read on ao3 instead

written for @fluffyfebruary

Jaskier had been traveling with Geralt for four years when he finally learned something absolutely fundamental about his friend. The witcher might disagree, but to Jaskier this was the most important discovery he'd made since he'd found the man himself.

It was a hot day and they were stuck in mud up to their ankles, trudging through some hovel right at the edge of a wide river.

"Why are we here, Geralt?" Jaskier had whined, lifting his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow. His companion had only grunted and walked on. "Geralt. Geralt! You know, I'm sure Roach would have a thing or two to say about you dragging her through this mire. We could catch a disease! What if we all get a parasite! And for what!"

He looked over at the horse in question to see what she thought of the situation, but Geralt moved in front of him to feed her a treat from the saddlebag.

"Roach is fine," he said. She did look fine-- crunching down on the hard, rooty end of a carrot and somehow making it through the mud like it was water instead of awful sludge that was trying to take Jaskier's shoes off his feet every time he took a step. He stopped walking, overheated and annoyed.

"That's it!" he cried. "I'm finding an inn--" he looked around at the sad little huts and gardens. "--or a tree stump, or somewhere I can go and wait for you to come back. This is ridiculous."

Geralt looked at him and said, "Okay," and gave him a look that clearly meant, Why should I care? It would be hurtful if Jaskier hadn't spent so much time with him. Geralt never wanted him to come with him on Witcher business. By now the bard was good at convincing himself it was solely because Geralt cared so much for his health and well-being.

Rolling his eyes, Jaskier made to turn around and stride away, forgetting for a moment that his shoes were firmly stuck in mud. He felt his bag drop first as he flailed his arms to steady his balance, and then he was tipping backwards as if in slow motion, gazing up at the unfairly blue sky as he finally landed on the ground. His lovely linen shirt squelched into the ground as his legs bent at the knee, his shoes still planted.

Roach stepped away, alarmed. Geralt patted her side reassuringly while his gaze was on Jaskier, who blearily noted how fetching his yellow eyes looked against the summer sky. As he watched, the witcher closed his eyes and opened them again, too long to be a blink but too short to be anything else.

Furrowing his brow, Jaskier stuck out an arm to Geralt, who sighed but heaved him out of the mud. His clothes and shoes left the ground with an awful sucking noise.

Subtly, he watched the witcher's face as he dragged himself back into order, wiping mud from his elbows and the backside of his satchel. After a few seconds, Geralt blinked, short and unremarkable. Jaskier was tempted to call it a fluke-- after all, blinking slightly longer than usual could mean anything, or nothing at all. On top of that, the bard was frustrated with Geralt, covered in mud, and wanted nothing more than to strip all his clothes off and plunge into a cold bath.

He simply said, "Right, well. I'll see you when you're finished, I assume." He tried to be subtle as he took Roach's sack of treats from the saddlebag, but it didn't work. The horse nosed at him and the witcher tilted his head and frowned even deeper.

"So you both come back," he quipped, trying to sound like he was joking even though he wasn't. "I'll just be taking this with me on my quest to find suitable lodgings. Don't be out too late, dear." He stuffed the sack into his own bag and carefully marched away.

Two days later, Geralt came back to the little riverside town, smelling truly awful and with the head of some hideous swamp-thing strapped to his saddle. Jaskier had been fortunate enough to find an old, unused stable and made himself a nice little bed out of smelly hay. He hadn't felt inspired to play (he wasn't sure anyone there would be able to pay him for the privilege) so he worked on composing new songs instead as he waited for the witcher to return.

When he did, Jaskier didn't notice at first, too busy staring into the distance and counting off lines of metered verse. He was sitting on a boulder on the riverbank with one foot on the ground and the other propped up on his seat. He had nothing with him but his lute and his leather-bound notebook.

He jumped when he felt something shove his shoulder. Roach was behind him, Geralt looming above on her back. He sprang to his feet.

"Geralt! The Lady Roach!" he said, then stopped. "What is that smell?"

Before Geralt could answer (or, more likely, not answer), Roach pushed him again with her nose. Then she pushed him again and he stumbled to keep his balance.

Geralt made a noise that might have been a sigh. "Where are her carrots, bard?"

Jaskier was trying to pet the horse into submission but she wasn't interested in being mollified and began to nose her way into his jacket.

"Is that what this is about? I have her little bag in the stable just there--," his voice cut off with a warble as Roach took a step forward, shoving Jaskier along with her, and he lost his battle to stay upright. For the second time in three days, Jaskier watched the earth turn to sky in front of his eyes as he fell backward, this time directly into the river.

When he came up spluttering, he saw Roach pawing the ground and the witcher standing next to her and staring at him. When their eyes met, Jaskier glaring in disbelief, Geralt closed his eyes again in that same long blink as before. Then he turned his head to look at Roach and did it again at her.

Jaskier stood up and dripped, looking around at the river. The water was cool and relatively clear. "There isn't an inn here, Geralt," he said. "This is probably the best place to bathe for several miles." He did want to grumble a bit at the hair plastered to his face and the soaked feathers in his hat, but the water felt like heaven in the summer humidity.

"Also, I can smell you from here."

Geralt huffed and looked away, but he tied Roach to a log and undressed. As he waded into the water and felt the grime and sweat wash away from him, he did it again. One moment his face was hard as the steel of his sword and the next his whole expression seemed to soften and his eyes fell closed, then opened again.

Jaskier felt epiphany close over him. Oh. He was reminded of the cats his sister had kept growing up. Their nurse had told them to watch and listen whenever they could because not every creature used words like they could. Pay attention to everything else, she'd said, and you'll get the message anyway.

Jaskier was paying attention. He was paying the most attention. He thought he might have just made the discovery of his lifetime. Namely, that the witcher Geralt, White Wolf and the Butcher of Blaviken, smiled. Not only that, but he did it often.

After that, Jaskier was on the lookout for Geralt's peculiar little smile. Unfortunately, he saw it most often directed toward Roach or whenever Jaskier managed to embarrass himself somehow. It wasn't until they'd been traveling together nearly ten years that he started to see it more regularly even when he hadn't just fallen over a tree stump or ripped his trousers.

When they met that spring, Jaskier spotted him at the stables before Geralt had turned around.

"Geralt!" he shouted, joy making his limbs feel light. He had stopped resisting the urge to hug Geralt somewhere around their seventh year, so he didn't hesitate before throwing his arms around the witcher, who simply looked down at Jaskier and blinked, long and slow.

He couldn't wipe the beam from his face for days.

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ishkabibblethings · 3 months

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Fluffy February #1 Snow

Suits / Marvey / Rated G It wasn't like Mike had never experienced a snowstorm, and it wasn't even that Manhattan hadn't had one recently. It was that snowfall in the city got muddy and slushy and suspiciously colored way too quickly, and the surprise four inches of perfectly playful precipitation was less than pure after a late night in the office. Mike had been so excited to cut out and go to the park with Harvey, slyly challenging him to a snowball fight and debating himself about the best cafe for hot chocolate on the way home.

While Harvey had little control over the weather or the last minute twists in their cases, he really wanted to remind Mike that throwing baseballs and snowballs were very similar skill sets. He wanted to make corny jokes about keeping him warm and getting him out of his wet clothes. He wanted to stop Mike's pouting about how declaring a snow day would be better for the workplace morale.

So when the next storm was predicted to come through upstate, Harvey rented the safest crossover he could find, found a fancy milk frother, and whisked Mike away for a snow day or three.

It was great for morale.

@fluffyfebruary

#fluffyfebruary #marvey #suits usa #ficlet #writing prompts #fluff #snow

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sofya-fanfics · 2 months

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Can I have this dance ?

Fandom : Frieren : Beyond Journey's End

Relationship : Himmel x Frieren

My Fluffy February 2024 contribution for the prompt : Dance.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : “I’ve never danced,” Frieren said.

Himmel looked at her, surprised.

“Never ?”

She shook her head. She wondered why he was so surprised.

Disclaimer : Frieren : Beyond Journey's End belongs to Yamada Kanehito and Abe Tsukasa.

@fluffyfebruary

AO3 / FF.NET

Frieren looked at Stark who was asking Fern to dance. Dressed in his beautiful suit and with this attitude, he looked like a real prince. Fern put her hand in his and rose from her chair. They walked to the center of the room, mingled with the other guests and danced. They both moved gracefully and no one could have believed that just a few weeks ago, neither of them knew how to dance.

Frieren could not help smiling at how happy Fern was, even if she tried to hide it. A memory came back to her. It had happened several decades ago, but for Frieren, who did not have the same notion of time, it was as if it had happened yesterday.

Frieren and her companions had helped rebuild a village that had been attacked by bandits. A party was organized in the central square of the village to celebrate the end of the reconstruction. Everyone was eating, drinking, dancing. Everyone was having fun.

Frieren was near the table of the buffet. She had just helped herself to a large slice of cake and was about to eat it when she heard footsteps behind her. She recognized Himmel immediately. She had the ability to recognize each of her companions when they approached her. Especially Himmel. He was the one she felt closest to. It’s strange, she said to herself, it was the first time she had become so attached to someone. She looked up from her cake and turned round. Himmel smiled at her.

“Aren’t you dancing ?” he asked.

“I prefer to eat this cake.”

She stuck her fork into the cake and ate a large piece. It was delicious. Just eating this marvel put her in a good mood. She looked at the different groups of dancers. Everyone seemed to have fun.

“I’ve never danced,” she said.

Himmel looked at her, surprised.

“Never ?”

Frieren shook her head. She wondered why he was so surprised.

“I never saw the point in it.”

“To have fun, to have a good time, to share a moment with your friends. When you see them dancing, don’t you want to try ?”

Frieren shrugged her shoulders. She had never thought about it and she did not understand why it seemed so important to him. She would never understand humans. Himmel stood in front of her and held out his hand.

“Can I have this dance ?”

Frieren opened her eyes wide, not expecting this kind of request. She looked at his hand for a few seconds and finally accepted. She saw how much he wanted to introduce her to the joys of dancing and she did not want to hurt him by refusing. She put her plate on the buffet table and let Himmel lead her to the middle of the dance floor improvised by the inhabitants.

They danced to fast music, then slower music. Frieren did not know how many dances she had danced, but she had to admit that Himmel was right. She had fun thanks to him and she had even more fun when Heiter and Eisen joined them. It was a beautiful moment that Frieren would remember for the rest of her long life. Like all the moments spent with Himmel. She came out of her memories when Sein, who was sitting in front of her, asked her :

“Shall we dance as well ?” He asked.

“I’m going to eat cake.”

She did not look away from her plate. She ate a piece of cake and enjoyed it. Sein did not insist and looked at Fern and Stark who were still dancing.

The only time Frieren had danced in her life was with Himmel. And she did not want to dance with anyone else.

The end

#fluffyfebruary #frieren: beyond journey's end #sousou no frieren #frieren at the funeral #himmel x frieren #frieren #himmel #himfri #fanfiction #my writing

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fanarts-manga · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day!

Loid and Yor from Spy x Family for my Fluffy February 2024 contribution for the Free space prompt.

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#fluffyfebruary #spy x family #loiyor #twiyor #loid x yor #loid forger #yor forger #fanart #my fanart

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soulless-angel25 · 2 months

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Fluffy Feburary [2024], Day 17 Prompt- Pleasure @fluffyfebruary

There came a certain pleasure from magic. It was something Kendra had learned. Her memories of the fairies kissing her were blurry at best, but she didn't forget the feeling of magic flowing into her; Invading every part of her existence.

Magic in a human body, someone no longer human pretending.

But the magic brought pleasure unlike every before, it made her more observant, more in-tune with the world. She could begin to understand why the fairies acted above everyone else, how could they not?

Her attention came back to the fairies flying around her, soft smile settled on her face. Words flowed easily from her mouth as she spoke, the fairies talking about anything and everything under the sun.

Though their conversation was cut short from Bracken coming outside. He sat behind Kendra and began to braid her hair, talking softly so that only she could hear. When he leaned in closer his breath tickled her ear and brought a flush to her face.

As his talking tapered off so that he could focus on braiding her hair Kendra listened to him breathe. Being next to him like this, with his magic pulsing around him like a heartbeat she could relax.

#fablehaven #fluff february #fluffy february #fluffyfebruary #kendra sorenson #bracken fablehaven #fablehaven bracken #bracken the hornless unicorn

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baubeautyandthegeek · 3 months

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Planetary Defense - Seven of Nine/Number Six

A/N: Day 5 of @fluffyfebruary

Seven of Nine would never understand Six, her personality seems almost directly opposite to Seven’s own. The two didn’t tend to talk, not often, but Six knew she didn’t want to let Seven leave her planet without her. She didn’t want to be alone anymore. Six watches Seven pace, the two walk together often but Seven has always been the more nervy of the two of them. Seven had been abandoned, after all, on the planet, lost until her crew find her. Six helps, as much as she can, with fixing the ship Seven had been on, hoping they can make it back to her crew. Later, after their usual nightly walk, Six settles at Seven’s side in the bed they share, hoping one more time that Seven will be okay.

#star trek voyager #star trek: voyager #voyager #seven of nine #battlestar galactica #bsg #bsg 2003 #number six #number six/seven of nine #seven of nine/number six #fluffy february #fluffyfebruary #fluffyfebruary2024 #fluffy february 2024

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xandriagreat · 2 months

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Come out of the shadows from whence you came

This is for @fluffyfebruary day 19 shadows

I thought of Nimona and Gloria for this prompt.

The first photo is Nimona and Gloria meeting for the first time. The second photo is Nimona and Gloria meeting again after a long time of separation.

Both drawings undercut

#Nimona #gloria goldenloin #nimona au #modern Nimona #fluffy february #fluffyfebruary #fluffyfebruary 2024 #nimona oc

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the-tomato-patch · 3 months

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Fluffyfebruary - Prompt 1: Snow

Fandom: SW:TOR ( Star War: The Old Republic )

Pairing: GN! Reader x Lord Scourge

Written for: @fluffyfebruary

Tags: Fluff without plot, potential ooc, cloak sharing?

You weren't aware that it snowed on Odesson. Granted it was the first year you were actually spending a proper winter here since joining the Alliance, but to be fair, your duties hadn't required you to give this world much attention. There hadn't been the slightest white dusting in your line of sight since your arrival, and maybe not for years before that either. Who knew. Who could possibly recall the last time it snowed on Odesson— the answer not being you. What with one catastrophe to the next, you couldn't have afforded the time to wonder. And evidently, neither could the Alliance, as the kriffing heat was busted too.

Today heavy clouds carried fat flakes of snow which fell upon the planet and collected where it lay. While Odesson could handle a light sprinkle, the lack of cold weather gear or warm clothes to bundle in left you feeling less prepared to meet it than normal. Like a protective shell, you wrapped your hands inside the excess material of your sleeves around your wrists. You shivered while pulling the collar higher up the sides of your neck and drew the hood over your head in the hope it would trap more heat.

The meager ensemble was the most suitable clothing you could dig out of your closet, though. And it would be some time before you could seek other, more sufficient outfits to get yourself through the rest of the season. Kriff it all, you might be in for an unfortunate, freezing week or three. It's not like you didn't deserve such hardships in the least, but did it have to be so blasted cold?

As you marched from the exterior of the base, your head was down in hopes the additional fabric over your face could block the bitter gusts which swept the open corridor. The icy needles were strong enough to make tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as they stung into your cheeks. Your breath danced out of your mouth and nose in a cloud of white fog.

"Take my cloak." A shadow stepped into your path, startling your gaze to lift, "You're cold."

You gawked, still reeling at his offer, when the dark lord returned your stare. His intense red pupils seemed to search your very soul. That and he'd spoken to you of his own accord— surely a strange day. Perhaps, a trick. No, it has to be. Still, you nodded an acceptance as the Sith stood tall and began to remove the swath of his cloak from his broad shoulders. He was so quick in response, a surprised gasp tumbled out of you when a newfound heat hit your chest in the most delightful way.

The shock of warmth rushed across your body, banishing some of the frost which clung to your bones. You gulped, reminded then how easily Lord Scourge was capable of killing. You knew the former emperor's Wrath had no ill intentions now, but his imposing figure was enough to make a chill run up the length of your spine. "I know the Alliance's current facilities are somewhat subpar—" he drew the edges of his black cloak around your shoulders a little tighter— "but perhaps, we can fix that."

With the air of superiority Scourge typically held, and the dark power of a Sith always laced in his veins, it had taken a moment to understand just how Lord Scourge wasn't completely immune to the harsh winds himself. Now, without his cloak, the Sith wore the thin, yet heavy weight, of his armor. In all the time you'd known Lord Scourge, he appeared unperturbed by many things and never acknowledged such discomforts or weaknesses. Had he merely pushed them aside? Or was the fact that this is something which couldn't be avoided making the thought all the more urgent in your mind.

Either way, the fact that he'd seen the cold rattle you so easily and had willingly removed the protective cover he could've kept over his own body, left you grateful.

You did the best you could not to take notice of his unusual softness. Though you had come to be familiar with this side of him as well since befriending him, the smallest parts of him were always easier to pick up on than others. Maybe that's why he doesn't share his kindnesses and generous moods so openly. Everyone's got to start somewhere, and it could prove awkward and clumsy if he went about it in full. As awkward and clumsy as he once made his introductions, for sure. And he already felt uncomfortable at times. But how lovely and endearing it was to learn a part of his heart you never thought would reveal itself.

"Thank you, Scourge," you said with an appreciative smile in place.

The glum attitude had suddenly shed itself, leaving a newfound appreciation in its place. You swallowed another cold shudder and hoped the deep hood of his cloak would do its job and hide some of your blushing.

It may or may not. It couldn't be avoided— not the affection.

"It is nothing," the Sith uttered with a curt bow of his head.

You barely managed to follow his step, Scourge didn't slow his stride and even quickened it. Once you had fallen into stride, it didn't take long for your gait to catch up with his, though the angle of his pace took you somewhere else entirely, forcing you to study the length of his arm. You ran a slow eye along his sinewed, nearly perfect build. When a pang of self-consciousness seized your confidence, you lifted the line of your sights and struggled to be free of the temptation to gaze his way.

Then Scourge would pass a subtle glance at you. It must have been the lingering shivers from the cold because every time you glanced his way, it was like lightning shooting straight up the length of your spine.

Stars. Stop it, he's only offering you a cloak.

Scourge looked back again to offer you a curious eye. His attention shifted your way, and when he opened his mouth to speak, a ping on his holocomm went off.

You never got the chance to discover his intentions, or even why he was interested to ask, the ring of his holocomm brought all those answers to a crashing halt. With a displeased hum, Scourge took the time to answer, turning a way for privacy. When the holo communication finally ended, a fresh sigh had the Sith returning his gaze to you, but when the inevitable happened, Scourge's footsteps also came to a standstill.

"I'm needed. You would do best to hurry and remain indoors," the Sith stated. He tilted his head as the contemplation of words danced behind his eyes. But they remained unsaid. You reached around to take the cloak from your shoulders, but his hand paused your efforts to return it. "Do not forget to hold onto my cloak," Scourge muttered.

The sith stepped aside to create a wider gap between the two of you. His ruby eyes latched onto your person. Scourge gave you an amiable, comforting nod. You smiled a faint grin in kind. "Keep warm."

"You, too," you muttered. Scourge bowed his head and turned, striding away.

#lord scourge x oc #lord scourge x reader #lord scourge x y/n #lord scourge x you #ive been wanting to do a y/n self insert series for some time but have never known what to write or who to do it for. and who better than #the angry tomato who could always use more content #embrace the cringe #swtor #star wars the old republic #fluffyfebruary #fluff february #fluff fanfiction #swtor fanfiction #second person pov #tomato-patch drabble #lord scourge

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freshbrainss · 2 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Maysilee Donner/Mrs. Everdeen Additional Tags: Female Friendship, Flirting, Crafts, Pre-Canon, Teen Romance, Femslash February 2024, Fluffuary | Fluffy February 2024 Series: Part 19 of My Femslash February 2024 Summary:

“You’re too fussy with it,” Maysilee grouses, snatching the embroidery out of Kay’s hands. “It’s a kerchief for your daddy, not a pocket square for the President.”

#femslash february #fluffyfebruary #thg #the hunger games #maysilee x mrs. everdeen #my fic

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appleandsnow · 3 months

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Planet

The stars and planets twinkled beautifully as you lay with your Theo on the grass.

Your head rests on his arm and you wonder if it's going numb.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, kinda"

You had been feeling a little low today and had told Theodore as much during dinner.

After that, Theo had made you promise to meet him tonight.

Stargazing was one of your favorite hobbies and he'd decided to take you to do just that.

So, here you were , laying with your head on his arm as your nightclothes were filthified by the dirt and grass and you want to kiss this charming, sweet boy so badly.

He turns his head to meet your gaze.

"You're not even looking"

"Not my fault you're prettier"

He looks back up. You would apologise but you know he's not uncomfortable; just struggling to take your sweet words in.

"Kiss me"

He gladly obliges.

@fluffyfebruary

#fluffyfebruary #fluffy february #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott fluff #slytherin boys #harry potter #theodore nott

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fluffyfebruary · 1 year

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Fluffy February Prompts 2023

Welcome to Fluffy February 2023! Back for a third year, we want to spread fluff and good feelings throughout all of February.

This year, we’re reverting to the one-prompt-a-day format from 2021. As in previous years, no one is obliged to write/draw/create every single day -- do as many as you want! The official guidelines are posted here.

Above the cut are the one-word prompts. Below the cut, I’ve included some phrases and suggestions in case the one-word prompt isn’t stirring something creatively. You are totally free to reinterpret the prompt in a different way; the stuff below the cut is just to help someone out of block if needed. Please tag @fluffyfebruary so we can reblog your creations!

Soooo here we go! Happy creating!

1. Hello

2. Soft

3. Anniversary

4. Starlight

5. Amber

6. Stretch

7. Cloak

8. Callous

9. Breezy

10. Thunder

11. Immaculate

12. Shell

13. Pride

14. (Free Space/Do Your Own Prompt)

15. Reward

16. Glow

17. Blessed

18. Glide

19. Loop

20. Sink

21. Tender

22. Remember

23. Crave

24. Bubbly

25. Murmur

26. Joy

27. Blaze

28. Goodbye

Here is the prompt list again, this time with some potential interpretations to try to get your creativity going, if you’re struggling with a prompt. As stated above, you are under no obligation to use ANY of these -- this is just to bust blocks.

1. Hello -- the first meeting, the start of a day, a surprise…

2. Soft – a sound, a voice, a feeling…

3. Anniversary – a day to be remembered, a day to remember, another year…

4. Starlight – in night, in comparison, in color…

5. Amber – a stone, a color, a scent, a name…

6. Stretch – limbs, clothes, boundaries, ability…

7. Cloak -- clothing, to obscure, a device…

8. Callous – an attitude, where something has rubbed, rough...

9. Breezy– an attitude, a voice, the weather, approach...

10. Thunder – weather, noise, a voice, rumble...

11. Immaculate -- divine, perfect, untouched, clean, sinless...

12. Shell – a home, a part, a covering, an ear, to remove from a hard place, what once was...

13. Pride -- a group of lions, a feeling, a sin, a virtue...

14. (Free Space/Do Your Own Prompt)

15. Reward - for a deed done, for achievement, just desserts...

16. Glow – light, skin, a smile, eyes, a warmth...

17. Blessed -- favored, gifted, lucky, a curse, uttered in frustration...

18. Glide -- to soar, to skim, to slide, music, dance ...

19. Loop – a path, a knot, a circuit, a stunt, connection ...

20. Sink -- a verb or a noun or a feeling ...

21. Tender -- a person or an approach, to show care...

22. Remember – recall, memory, to summon back again, to learn, to ignore...

23. Crave -- yearn, desire, pine, for a person, for a food....

24. Bubbly -- from heat, from a reaction, to blow, soapy, a personality, fizzy, champagne...

25. Murmur -- the hum of the crowd, a low voice, something tender, articulate, inarticulate...

26. Joy -- happiness, pure pleasure, a virtue...

27. Blaze -- burn, streak, smoke, to color, to destroy...

28. Goodbye --- the end, until next time, never again, to set free...

#fluffy february #fluffy February prompts #fan art #fan fiction #ocs welcome #original fiction #fluffyfebruary

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green-fifteen · 3 months

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Day 7: Kiss it Better

Prompt: Recovery Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Summary: Even a magical dad needs backup sometimes. Word count: 1,793 read on ao3 instead

written for @fluffyfebruary

The McCall house was full of people. They packed in together on the living room rug, leaned against the walls in the hallways, slid around each other in the kitchen to grab this or that. They spilled out of the door to the backyard, where John Stilinski and Chris Argent were not-so -passive aggressively fighting for control of the grilling spatula. Stiles couldn't believe they knew this many people, but he did recognize almost everyone he saw, with a few Argent exceptions.

His favorite (former) Argent was currently scrubbing a horrifically caked-on serving dish, muttering to herself about something he couldn't hear in the all of the party noise. Stiles, his hands and arms full of hot dog and hamburger buns, took pity on her. As Allison held the platter underwater, as if to drown it and be rid of it for good, he focused his gaze. It didn't take long for his magic to find the source of her problem and it scoured the baked-on food in an instant, as if it had never been there. She turned around to face him and almost grabbed him up in a hug before she noticed he was carrying bread. Thank you, you're amazing she mouthed instead.

These days, Stiles' magic was literally the ultimate household problem-solver. It seemed to have changed over the years as he settled and aged and now the things it did best basically amounted to chores. Cooking? Cleaning? Mysterious underwear stains? All he needed was a few seconds of focus and his magic could do it all.

Stiles waved away her thanks and continued outside to the patio, where the grill sat beside a pair of long white tables. There wasn't really any room for all the buns he held, so he just dropped them on top of some of the toppings, trusting the gathering of assorted mythical and/or magical beings to be able to open and use them for themselves. As he stood back, a shape darted out at his legs from beneath the tablecloth. Years of practice had honed his reflexes and he bent down to catch the beast just before it collided with his kneecaps.

"Grargh!" it cried, but its roaring dissolved into laughter as Stiles tucked it under one arm and began walking toward the woods that bordered the house on one side.

"I can't believe these creatures keep getting past my wards," he grumbled, letting out a frustrated huff. "Oh well." He set it down in the grass and nudged it with his foot. "Back to the woods with you, beast."

This time, the little thing jumped to tackle him, and Stiles let himself fall to the ground. "Oh no! Somebody, help!"

"Rarg! Graah!"

"I'm being mauled by a creature of the night!"

He continued wailing and being afraid for several moments, after which he seemed to find a second wind and pinned the little monster.

"I won't let you hurt any more innocent people," he cried, voice desperate and determined. "This is a birthday party!" And he reached down to tickle the creature's belly. It writhed in place, shrieking with laughter until suddenly it stopped. Stiles stopped too, watching its little face.

"Daddy," it said seriously. "I actually need to use the bathroom."

"Oh." Stiles climbed back to his feet and then lifted the little boy into his arms. Dry leaves and bits of grass clippings fell from their hair and clothes as they stood up.

"Do you need any help?" he asked.

"No. I can do it by myself," his son replied and then darted into the house.

"Patrick! No running on the patio," he called after him.

When he turned, his father was standing at his shoulder with a paper plate. "Grub time," he grunted. "Where's your husband? I bought cheddar dogs just for him and they're no good cold."

He shrugged and sighed. "He's supposed to be getting the cake but I think he got held up. He'll be here soon, just keep his food in the grill with the lid closed."

"Like I wasn't gonna do that anyway."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Dad."

At that moment, two things happened at once. Stiles heard glass break and turned his body toward the pool, where everyone seemed to have frozen in shock. Just as they started moving, everyone hurrying out of the water, he heard a second noise, one that kicked up his parental instincts the instant it hit his eardrums. Whirling around, he saw his kid sobbing on the concrete patio just in front of the sliding screen door, knee scraped up and beginning to bleed.

Without hesitation, he strode over to his son and hefted him into his arms. He was almost getting too heavy to be held like this and the screaming crying was happening way too close to his ear, but Stiles held on to him as he walked back over to the pool, trying to comfort him with soft words and rubbing his back.

Melissa McCall was pulling little kids out of the water, reassuring them gently that they'd be able to get back in soon. "You can't see shards of glass in the water," she said, voice gentle but firm. "You might really hurt yourself." As Stiles approached with his son, the kids looked up at him crying in pain and scrambled out as fast as they could.

Melissa met his eyes with a small smile, as if to say, Oh boy, what a mess.

Stiles could get the glass out of the pool. Without calling in a specialist or draining the pool, which would take too long, his magic was the only option if anyone wanted to use it again during the party. He looked at his son, gasping for breath where he was perched on his hip. Maybe he could calm him down and then come back to fix the pool? There was no way he'd be able to focus with him bleeding onto his jeans.

One thing at a time he told himself. He crouched down and pulled the little boy into his lap, rocking and shushing. "Really hurts, huh?" he murmured.

Patrick only wailed, tears and snot dripping down his face. Stiles heard another child start to cry somewhere nearby, likely startled by the glass breaking and only further upset by the sobbing Stiles had brought over the them. He was really starting to think, Those damn wolf powers would be pretty handy right about now and cursing his magic for being selectively useful, when a hand landed on his shoulder.

Derek was crouched on the balls of his feet just next to him, eyes fixed on Patrick's red face. To Stiles, he looked like an angel sent to rescue the both of them. He squeezed Stiles' shoulder lightly and then reached out for the boy.

"Hey, Pat," Derek said, gently. "Look, Pat, Papa's here."

Patrick's eyes flew open and he lunged forward into Derek's arms. Stiles fell back onto his hands and patted his husband's thigh in thanks. He could see black lines tracing their way up Derek's forearms, beginning with the little knee he held in one hand and traveling up under his sleeves. The pained wailing was already dropping off, replaced by Patrick's normal, more familiar fussing. Even that faded into the background as Derek walked them both over to the food table, kissing and soothing the little guy as he went.

Stiles turned back to the pool. It was the work of a few heartbeats to make it safe again-- he stared into the water and imagined he could hear the tinkling of the shards as molecules of water brushed over them. He imagined he saw their jagged edges glinting beneath the brighter gleam of the water's surface. Then-- blink-- suddenly he could see the fragmented pieces and he could hear the barely-there tinkling of water on glass. Focus came easily with something to fix it to and he let his magic free to find the problem. The pieces were gone in seconds.

"Alright!" he shouted. "Open swim!" The splashing started up again immediately and he had to scurry away to avoid being hit. Smiling, he made his way to the grill. His father was holding Patrick while Derek stood at the start of the condiment line with two paper plates, a burger on one and a cheddar-filled hot dog on the other.

Stiles stepped in close to him and kissed his bristly cheek. "You never stop saving my life," he chirped. Then, "Is that for me?"

"Yes." He handed Stiles the plate with the burger. "Sorry I was late, there was an issue at the bakery and then traffic was pretty bad on the way back."

Stiles tsked. "That's what we get for going to the bougie place for a five year old's birthday cake. Grocery store sheet cake next time."

"Agreed."

When they finished filling their plates and returned to their son, he was staring raptly at the sheriff, who was telling a story in big, exaggerated motions.

"And that's why you never peel off your band-aids, son," he was saying as they came within earshot.

When Patrick saw them, he squirmed out of John's hold to the ground and ran up to Stiles.

"Daddy," he said. "Papa made my leg feel better, but it still hurts. You have to kiss it so it heals and I don't get a bacterial infection." Stiles shot a bewildered look at his father, who only smiled serenely.

"Of course," he said, smiling when he looked back at his son, then planted a loud kiss to the skin just below the open wound. "Now it will heal all better in no time. No infections."

Patrick stood up and dashed away before Stiles could even process it, screeching and chasing one of his little playmates.

"Has he eaten yet?" Derek asked him. Stiles stood up cracked his back.

"He can eat later. Or maybe he'll just have cake for dinner. It's his birthday, who cares?"

Derek sighed but smiled and tugged Stiles into a hug. "I cares. You cares. We all cares when the birthday boy doesn't fall asleep tonight. And Daddy and Papa and Patrick all stay up doing jigsaw puzzles until midnight again."

"You love family puzzle time," Stiles counters, poking him in the ribs.

"Is there really nothing else you would rather do tonight?" He pushed his nose into the space behind Stiles' ear. "I haven't seen you all day." He breathed in a huge inhale.

"Quit sniffing me, my dad is standing right there." Stiles smacked him and pulled out of the embrace. "Fine, I'll go track down the beast. Make a plate for him?"

Derek hummed an agreement and Stiles took off after their kid.

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ishkabibblethings · 3 months

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Fluffy February #3 - Entertain

Suits / Marvey / Rated G

“It’s been a rough week, Mike. I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ll make good company tonight.” Mike stood across the desk while Harvey slouched in his chair. It had been a rough week, especially for Harvey. He and Jessica had taken their lumps on this case and their eventual “win” felt more bitter than sweet.

Normally Mike would give Harvey his space, but he was hoping to show Harvey that whatever had been growing between them wasn’t just a casual thing. Unless Harvey asked for space, Mike wanted to be there for him.

“I know it’s been rough, Harvey. You don’t have to entertain me tonight. I just want to take you out for a bit. Say yes?”

Harvey hesitated a moment but finally nodded.

Mike’s face lit up and he checked his watch. “Excellent. Ray will be downstairs in ten. Meet me in the lobby?”

---

When Ray dropped them off outside the Black Ash, Harvey paused on the sidewalk. Music thumped out from the building, swelling in clarity and volume whenever people came and went.

“You know this place?”

Mike’s blush was obvious even in the dim lights outside the club. “I may have researched your father’s discography. I saw that one of his live albums was recorded here and realized he’d been a regular for years.”

“Yeah, when Marcus and I were little, he mostly played nearby gigs.” Harvey glanced at the club door lost in thought for a moment.

“I thought maybe we could order a drink and some snacks and just listen for a bit. We don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it.” Mike shyly reached for Harvey’s hand, suddenly unsure if he’d pushed in on something Harvey didn’t want to share. “Is this alright for you?”

Harvey pulled Mike in for a long hug, both men breathing together for a moment. “Better than alright, Mike,” Harvey said quietly as they stepped apart. His face looked more relaxed than Mike had seen it all week, and there was a hint of a small precious smile in Harvey’s dark eyes. “This is just what I needed. Thank you.” @fluffyfebruary

#marvey #fluffyfebruary #suits usa #harvey specter #mike ross #is this fluffy enough?

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M’accorderais-tu cette danse ?

Fandom : Frieren : Beyond Journey's End

Relationship : Himmel x Frieren

Voici ma participation pour le Fluffy February 2024 pour le prompt : Danse.

J’espère que ça vous plaira.

Résumé : « Je n’ai jamais dansé, dit Frieren. »

Himmel la regarda, surpris.

« Jamais ? »

Elle secoua négativement la tête. Elle se demandait pourquoi il était aussi surpris.

Disclaimer : Frieren appartient à Yamada Kanehito et Abe Tsukasa.

@fluffyfebruary

AO3 / FF.NET

Frieren regarda Stark qui invitait Fern à danser. Habillé de son beau costume et avec cette attitude, il ressemblait à un vrai prince. Fern mit sa main dans la sienne et se leva. Ils se dirigèrent vers le centre de la pièce, se mélangèrent aux autres invités et dansèrent. Tous deux bougèrent avec grâce et personne n’aurait pu croire qu’il y a encore quelques semaines, aucun d’eux ne savait danser.

Frieren ne put s’empêcher de sourire en voyant à quel point Fern était heureuse, même si elle essayait de le cacher. Un souvenir lui revint en mémoire. Cela s’était passé il y a plusieurs décennies, mais pour Frieren, qui n’avait pas la même conception du temps, c’était comme si ça s’était passé la veille.

Frieren et ses compagnons avaient aidé à la reconstruction d’un village qui avait été attaqué par des bandits. Une fête avait été organisée à la place centrale du village pour célébrer la fin de la reconstruction. Tout le monde mangeait, buvait, dansait. Tous s’amusaient.

Frieren se trouvait près de la table où était le buffet. Elle venait de se servir une grosse part de gâteau et s’apprêtait à le déguster lorsqu’elle entendit des pas derrière elle. Elle reconnut immédiatement Himmel. Elle avait la faculté de reconnaître chacun de ses compagnons lorsqu’ils s’approchaient d’elle. En particulier Himmel. Il était celui dont elle se sentait le plus proche. C’est étrange, se disait-elle, c’était la première fois qu’elle s’attachait ainsi à quelqu’un. Elle leva les yeux de son gâteau et se retourna. Himmel lui souriait.

« Tu ne danses pas ? Demanda-t-il.

-Je préfère manger ce gâteau. »

Elle piqua sa fourchette dans le gâteau et mangea un gros morceau. Il était délicieux. Rien qu’à manger cette merveille la mettait de bonne humeur. Son regard se posa sur les différents groupes de danseurs. Tous avaient l’air de s’amuser.

« Je n’ai jamais dansé, dit-elle. »

Himmel la regarda, surpris.

« Jamais ? »

Frieren secoua négativement la tête. Elle se demandait pourquoi il était aussi surpris.

« Je n’en ai jamais vu l’intérêt.

-S’amuser, passer un bon moment, partager un instant convivial avec ses amis. Quand tu les vois danser, tu n’as pas envie d’essayer ? »

Frieren haussa les épaules. Elle n’y avait jamais pensé et elle ne comprenait pas pourquoi cela avait l’air si important pour lui. Elle ne comprendrait jamais les humains. Himmel se plaça devant elle et lui tendit la main.

« M’accorderais-tu cette danse ? »

Frieren écarquilla les yeux, ne s’attendant pas à ce genre de demande. Elle observa sa main quelques secondes et finit par accepter. Elle voyait à quel point il voulait lui faire découvrir les joies de la danse et elle ne voulait pas lui faire de la peine en refusant. Elle posa son assiette sur la table du buffet et se laissa conduire par Himmel jusqu’au milieu de la piste improvisée par les habitants.

Ils dansèrent sur une musique rapide, puis plus lente. Frieren ne savait pas combien de danse elle avait dansé, mais elle devait avouer qu’Himmel avait raison. Elle s’amusait grâce à lui et elle s’amusa encore plus lorsque Heiter et Eisen les rejoignirent. C’était un beau moment que Frieren garderait en mémoire toute se longue vie. Comme tous les moments passés avec Himmel. Elle sortit de ses souvenirs lorsque Sein, qui était assis en face d’elle, lui parla.

« Une petite valse ? Demanda-t-il.

-J’ai un gâteau à manger. »

Elle ne détourna pas le regard de son assiette. Elle porta un morceau de gâteau jusqu’à ses lèvres et se régala. Sein n’insista pas et regarda Fern et Stark qui étaient toujours en train de danser.

La seule fois que Frieren avait dansé dans sa vie, c’était avec Himmel. Et elle n’avait aucune envie de danser avec quelqu’un d’autre.

Fin

#fluffyfebruary #frieren: beyond journey's end #sousou no frieren #frieren at the funeral #himmel x frieren #himfri #frieren #himmel #my writing

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