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"For our baby"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Aigonorus × reader

Warnings: none

For the January prompts (the link takes you to the specific prompts and the blog itself. So credits to the writer of this blog post for the prompts and for inspiring me.)

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Prompt: Exercise (Day 10 January 2025)

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I yawned, as I made my way to the kitchen, to pour myself a glass of water. The house was dark, except for the light in the hallway, which managed to slip faintly into the other rooms nearby as well, sharing its warm and homely shade selflessly.

When I stepped into the kitchen and turned on the lights, my shoulders jolted. "Aigo, what are you doing here?" I looked at the clock hanging on the wall and ticking persistently every second, counting down the time to something unknown, though not necessarily dreadful.

I sat down at the chair beside his. "It's one o'clock in the morning. Why aren't you in bed?" I asked.

Aigonorus was leaning against the backrest of his chair, his deep chocolate eyes glossy and his eyelids droopy, as if his eyelashes were too heavy to bear any longer. He looked at me tiredly. "How are you feeling...?" He asked me, placing a hand on my subtle baby bump, his voice calming and gently.

"I'm alright." I said, placing my hand on top of his, tracing the knuckles of his fingers with my thumb. "So...?" I asked, leaning in. "What are you doing awake at this hour?"

He sighed, looking as if he was about to drop down on the kitchen floor and just sleep there, until the sunlight came and nudged him awake again. "Exercise." He said, laconically.

"For what?" I asked, genuinely confused and unable to find an answer, as to why my husband is not in bed with me like always.

"The baby." He said, closing his eyes for a second, but he forced them open again. "Hue said... Babies require... Require constant check-ins throughout the night. I need to practice for our baby..." He said sleepily.

My worry melted into overwhelming affection. "Aigo..." I wrapped my arms around his torso, my cheek pressed up against his sternum. "You're the best you know that?"

He chuckled weakly, his need for sleep barely retaining him in the present and comprehensible. "Really?"

I nodded. "All the work you put in for our baby; the personal growth, the time, the care..." I smiled sweetly. "They show what a caring father you'll be once our child comes into the world."

Aigonorus smiled at me and placed a kiss to the crown of my head, his lips sliding off my skin, as his eyes slowly closed.

I chuckled softly. "Let's go to our bed, yes? We're both really sleepy."

Aigonorus hummed in agreement and smiled, already imagining it. Our comfortably mattress, our soft pillows, our warm blankets... And my arms.

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Today's January fluff fic was supposed to be for Partheno.... But I'm gonna skip that day, because I genuinely have no idea what to write for "goals" for Partheno :/

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"I'm here"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: human!Tauxolouve × reader

Warnings: mentions of war

For the January prompts (the link takes you to the specific prompts and the blog itself. So credits to the writer of this blog post for the prompts and for inspiring me.)

A/N: This kind of takes place in a WWI situation. I'm not actually referring to any historical events, but basically, Tauxolouve is a human, who was off to war. And... Yeah.😃 ENJOY!!!❤️❤️❤️ I'M QUITE PROUD OF IT, ACTUALLY!!!

Prompt: All gone (Day 8 January 2025)

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A thin layer of snow covered the cobblestone roads, feeling as if my boots were walking through a wedding veil, with intricate details.

Snowflakes sprinkled my coat and hair, like silver dust, gleaming beneath the lamps across the streets, which cut through the darkness of the night like blades of flames.

I reached the flinty bridge, which arched right above a freezing lake, its soft gurgles the only noise in the complete silence of the witching hour.

The people had gone to bed. The cats and the dogs had curled up in makeshift shelters. The birds had traveled to warmer sides of the hemisphere.

The bridge was deserted. The chatter, the warm... Even the soft orange shades of the street lamps couldn't reached this place and as fog began to gather, the moon shone brighter and I felt like an actress in the middle of the stage, about to utter the last and most heartbreaking line of my role so far.

My fingers began to freeze, because I had forgotten my gloves at home, the stinging of the cold air causing even my bones to hurt.

I clutched the letter tighter, wrinkling the edges of the yellowish sheet in my impatience.

A letter from Tauxolouve had arrived four days ago, letting me know he'd be returning home today.

But when I went to the train station to meet him and welcoming him home back, this morning... He never stepped out of the train.

I waited for about an hour, watching all the men, clad in the same military uniform, carrying their stuff with one hand and with the other; their wives, their fiance's, daughters, granddaughters and their sons too.

I waited until the smiling and crying—of bliss and gratitude—crowd separated and disappeared... Until I stood there, in the middle of the platform, all alone. All gone, while the cold grew heavier, the clouds finally exhaling tiny crystalized droplets, upon the rooftops of the houses and the seats of the bikes left outside.

And still, my husband never showed up, like he had vowed to me he would.

"Louie..." I found myself whispering to myself, like a mad old woman still chasing the shadow of someone, which only she can witness. My breath turned to a ribbon of fog and I trembled more, the snow falling faster and thicker.

"(Name)..."

I rubbed my forehead. I was hearing his voice now. There was no way I'd be hearing his voice...

For a moment, I considered the possibility of the voice belonging to someone else. But I dismissed it immediately; I would recognize my beloved husband's sweet and calming voice, even in the loudest place, while the world is ending and the ground is splitting in half, along with the sky.

I would recognize his voice, even through the chaos of the stars falling to the ground, the moon pulling the tides of the ocean into disarray.

"(Name)...!"

I heard it again, but I could not see him. Yet I foolishly tried. "Louie?!" I waited, listening to the silence with shaky breaths and an even shakier heart.

"(Name)!" The voice of my love grew closer. "Where are you?!" He shouted.

I turned toward the direction of the sound. "Over here! At the bridge!"

And then silence. The snow, scattered all over, muffled his footsteps, so I couldn't know if he was coming towards me, or if my desperation to see him after months had started messing with my sanity.

And then... Between the darkness and the fog and the silver moonlight...

The figure of a man; tall and lean, appeared at the far end of the bridge, climbing up the arch.

"Louie..." I called out, my lips trembling along with my chin, more from the overwhelming emotions than the cold.

The man stepped closer and moonlight streamed down his face, like cool water dropping from the ancient sculpture of a god.

"Louie!" I shouted and ran. My body forgot about the sharp winter cold, regaining its strength at the sight of my husband safe and well from the war. "Louie!" I threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly and sobbing hard and loudly into his chest.

He hugged me back even tighter, one arm around my waist and the other behind my head, his fingers slipping between my locks. "My sweet sweet little lady..." He spoke against my skin, his lips at my temple, kissing me repeatedly.

I sobbed harder, barely able to speak, all the feelings—fear, anticipation, stress, love—combining into a suffocating knot in my ribs and finally exploding after months.

"I'm here." He said. "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here, my sweet little lady." He smiled at me, as he repeated the same words again and again, and one would think he's trying to convince me that he's not an illusion or a trick of the eye. "I'm here."

I stuffed the wrinkled epistolary into my pocket, crumbling it even more and then I held his cold face between my equally cold palms. I kissed his cheeks, his lips, his temple, as I cried.

I needed to feel him and make sure I was awake. To make sure he wouldn't fade away or slip through my fingers into a pile of more dull snow.

He hugged me back and kissed me too, our lips cold, but our tongues hot.

I looked him up and down, taking in all the changes in him. He was dressed a military uniform and high black boots with many complicated laces. He was muscled quite a lot and he looked exhausted. But...

He was still the most beautiful man I've ever lived to see. And he still had those charming and kind wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

He was still the love of my life, even if he had two grey hairs on his head from the stress, or if his fingers had callouses.

Because, in his soul, he'll always be the man I met as a teen girl at the stables of a nearby village. He'll always the teen boy who'd paint my portrait, as I made flower crowns in spring... He'll always be my love.

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YOU GET IIIIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏✨✨✨✨ YYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No, but like...

About my headcanon of Scorpio being a tattoo artist as a human.

Imagine if the logo of the tattoo parlour was a scorpion and the scorpion's stinger was a tattoo gun???

Like-- UUURGHHH

(You betcha this goes in my fics hehehe)

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"Shooting star"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Dui × reader

Warnings: none

For the January prompts (the link takes you to the specific prompts and the blog itself. So credits to the writer of this blog post for the prompts and for inspiring me.)

A/N: The story takes place when Dui and Reader are married and have kids. Also, while I usually keep the details of the kids pretty vague, this time around, I took some creative liberties. I gave Dui and Reader twin sons, because I wanted to name them after the characters in the ancient Greek Gemini myth—Pollex and Castor. ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡ Anywayssss, enjoyyyyy😚😚❤️❤️❤️

Prompt: Cable (Day 7 January 2025)

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"Come on, who wants to put the star?" Dui smiled at his twin sons, holding up the star ornament, which would soon be a focal point on the Christmas tree, adding a warm holiday spirit to our home.

"Me!" Pollex rushed over to his father and so did Castor.

"I want to!" He whined, his cherubic face taking on an adorable pout.

Dui chuckled and held the star between the two boys. "You both can put the star on the tree. Just hold the star together. Don't try to steal it from each other, okay?"

Castor and Pollex nodded eagerly and reached out with their little hands to hold the two lower ends of the star, which the boys would refer to as ‘the legs of the star’.

Dui walked behind them and crouched down, wrapping his arms around the two boys' waists, lifting them up into the air and bringing them closer to the tree.

"Come on." I said, looking at them from behind the Christmas tree, where I was fixing the lights. "Put the star on the top."

Pollex and Castor held up the star and perched it up on the tree. Now it was hanging a little oddly, seeming to be falling sideways, but I smiled nonetheless. "It's a little..." I chuckled. "Well, it's leaning sideways a bit."

Dui chuckled and set the twins back down, ruffling their chestnut hair—identical to his. "Maybe it's a shooting star."

Pollex and Castor smiled brightly. "Yes!" Castor said. "It's a shooting star!"

"Okay okay." I said, having decided not to fix it and just leave it this way, a personal alternation of our sons. "Ready to turn on the lights?"

The kids nodded and stepped closer to the tree, Dui chuckling at the precious sight. And then I grabbed the cable from where it was laying on the carpeted floor and plugged it into the socket.

The light wrapped snuggly around the tree came alive and the flickering color changes looked like the purest, most magnificent kind of magic to the twins, who laughed and marveled at the sight.

"It's so pretty!" Pollex said and his twin brother agreed.

"Merry Christmas..." Dui smiled at all of us and his eyes held nothing but tranquility in them.

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No, but like...

About my headcanon of Scorpio being a tattoo artist as a human.

Imagine if the logo of the tattoo parlour was a scorpion and the scorpion's stinger was a tattoo gun???

Like-- UUURGHHH

(You betcha this goes in my fics hehehe)

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"Teach you"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Ichthys × reader

Warnings: none

For the January prompts (the link takes you to the specific prompts and the blog itself. So credits to the writer of this blog post for the prompts and for inspiring me.)

A/N: Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Prompt: My charger (Day 6 January 2025)

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I plucked my portable charger into my phone and left it on my tote bag to charge, while I laid on my towel on my stomach, flipping my book open.

The waves of the ocean crashed softly against the rocks, as if the Earth was spinning slowly all of a sudden, allowing the humans to sleep a little more, eat a little more, or leisure a little more.

As if rewarding us all we've done, even if sometimes we take them for granted. Perhaps our actions are far more significant than we tend to think.

I breathed deeply into the summer air, inhaling the salt in the atmosphere, the sun comfortable enough on the skin to sit under and just enjoy all of the gifts nature has to offer, if you just noticed them.

I flipped another page of my book, the black letters disappearing and turning into places, beings and details out of this world, beyond human comprehension even.

I could faintly hear footsteps, through my trance, causing the image of this fantastical city to wrinkle and waver, like the surface of a pond, when someone throws a rock.

I looked up, reluctantly.

Ichthys looked down at me and lifted an eyebrow. "Whatcha doing?"

"Reading." I said, nodding with my chin towards the book.

"Reading." He grimaced at the sound of that word and I laughed. Ichthys really dislikes books, not understanding the fascination regards to them nor how one can keep—according to him—‘staring at a bunch of black and white pages’.

"Well, yeah. Some of us like to pass our time like this." I shrugged, balancing myself on my forearms to look up at him properly, as we conversed.

"But it's boriiing!" He said and laid down on the blanket beside me, sea water still streaming down his muscular body, the salty droplets tracing every line and curve of his clavicle, arms and abs, like a lovers enamored touch would. "We're at the beach. Let's have some fun."

"We swam for an hour, we played with the ball and then tennis." I told him. "You even convinced me to try and play tug with you in the water." I said, laughing between words at the memories. "I've tired. Human bodies have limits."

Ichthys chuckled. "Alright then. You want it the hard way, I see." He said.

"What does that mean—"

"Just don't say I didn't warn you!" Suddenly, Ichthys tackled me down on our blanket, his fingers going to my sides and tickling me.

I screamed. "Hey! S-Stop!" My words came out broken, as laughs, giggling and squeals nudged them aside to pass first. "Ichth ys!"

Ichthys laughed and kept tickling me, now adding kisses to my cheeks and shoulders too.

I laughed loudly, thrashing and kicking and smacking his shoulders, as we rolled around, ending up on the sand.

After a while, Ichthys was finally content enough to stop and I was left panting for oxygen, curt and broken chuckles still slipping out of my lips, like sweet honey that had not been drained from the spoon completely.

Ichthys wrapped his arms around me sweetly and kissed my temple, his damp from the sea water hair tickling me. "That'll teach you about picking up a book again in my presence." He joked.

Because in all honesty... He didn't care if I wanted to read, swim or anything in between and not. He just wanted me to be happy and smile—that smile he always says he loves, as if it was the start of the universe.

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This might sound weird... but do you think Louie is more of a momma's boy or papa's boy. 😅

What are your thoughts on this, my lady?

Oh, BOI, do I have thoughts on this HAHAHAH

Momma's boy 100%!!!!!

Like... HE GIVES ME SUCH STRONG MOMMA'S BOY VIBES, IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT!!!

Of course he loves his dad—Nasir—but I bet he LOOOOVES his mom—Sofia.

I imagine him dressing up for events (as a small boy) and coming to stand in front of her, because he wants her approval 🥺🥺

And then she proceeds to, like- brush his hair back with her fingers and then kiss his forehead. (you cannot tell that it wasn't Sofia who showed him the slicked back hairstyle and he didn't just keep it, because "mom made it 🥺").

And even as a very young kid, I can picture him clutching the fabric of Sofia's togas, holding her hand and just sticking around her in general.

I loved the question, my sweet!!!

Thank you for asking!!!! 😊😊😊💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

Have a lovely day and/or night!!! ❤️❤️❤️

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"Seven years"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Zyglavis × reader

Warnings: none

For the January prompts (the link takes you to the specific prompts and the blog itself. So credits to the writer of this blog post for the prompts and for inspiring me.)

A/N: In this story, Ziggy has a little son😚😚 Enjoy!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Prompt: Leftovers (Day 5 January 2025)

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Zyglavis eyed his son from his chair amongst the other parents, on this side of the party, his dark eyebrows furrowed and lips firm, even under the colorful decorations of balloons, confetti and loud nursery rhythms.

"Zyg, he's alright." I said, placing a hand on top of my husband's, instinctively tracing the smooth and cool wedding band around his ring finger. "Look at him," I stole a glance at the table where all of the kids were seated, a chaos of happy chatter and laughter reaching us here. "he's having so much fun with his friends."

Finally, Zyglavis' dark grey eyes softened and his lips curled into a subtle, gentle smile, as he gazed fondly at our son. "Seven, hm?" He sighed, nostalgia coating his words and obviously his memories as well.

"Yeah..." I said quietly, still caressing his hand on the table. "Seven years old."

"Time's moving too fast." He said and gave my hand a squeeze. "Remember when we first found out about your pregnancy?"

I smiled sweetly at the memory he brought back to the surface, as if a chest full of gold had been discovered into the remains of a sunken ship. "I do, yes..." I said. "You were paranoid for the first eight months."

"And the ninth month?"

"Terrified."

Zyglavis laughed, his shoulders and chest shuddering with his amusement. "I cannot accuse you of lying." He said. "But thanks to my foresight, things went smoothly—for the most part."

"Dad!" The high tune of a child's voice pulled us out of our little world of reminiscing the past.

We turned to see the cherubic face of our son, his features an endearing mixture mine and Zyglavis'.

"What happened?" I asked.

Our son lifted up his paper plate and set it on the table between me and his dad.

"You don't want the rest?" Zyglavis asked, stealing a glance at the half-eaten piece of cake and then our little boy.

Our son shook his head, his purplish-blue hair fixed into a low ponytail, an adorable attempt at copying his beloved father, if it weren't for the length difference in their hair. "No. I'm full." He said. "I wanna go play with my friends. Bye!" He said and ran off, before we could even say anything, leaving the leftovers with us.

I chuckled to myself and shook my head, before gazing back in front of me, my eyes altering between the paper plate and my husband.

"Is this..." Zyglavis whispered to himself and picked up a plastic spoon.

"What?" I asked, lifting a brow. "Is everything okay with the cake?"

Wordlessly, Zyglavis brought the spoonful of cake into his lips and his gorgeous eyes lit up. "That's..." I swallowed another spoonful. "Ganache."

My eyebrows rose and took the spoon from him, tasting it myself as well. "Oh. You're right."

Zyglavis hummed in approval and picked up the plastic utensil again, continuing to eat the cake.

I laughed softly at the sight.

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"Sooo........... Are your parents single? ;))"

— Us @ Ichthys

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"Calling me by name"

Genre: fluff/royalty AU

Pairing: human!Huedhaut × reader

Warnings: none

For the January prompts (the link takes you to the specific prompts and the blog itself. So credits to the writer of this blog post for the prompts and for inspiring me.)

A/N: Hue is not exactly a prince. More like a random aristocrat. As for the reader, she's a maid working for Hue (hehehe🤭🤭) ENJOY!!!💖💖💖❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💖💖🌹🌹🌹🌹

Prompt: Buy milk (Day 4 January 2025)

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The sunlight streamed inside the room through the tall and broad windows, crawling across the floor and climbing onto the table, the warm sun rays flickering onto the china tea set I placed on the white tablecloth.

"Thank you." Sir Huedhaut said, slipping the bookmark between the pages of his book and shutting it, before setting it aside.

I poured tea in one of the cups and set it on the saucer. Then I placed it in front of him and stepped back.

Huedhaut's long and elegant fingers wrapped around the delicate handle of the teacup, as he brought it to his lips, taking a small sip. He was dressed in fine expensive clothes; tailored black trousers and grey blazer, over a white ruffled shirt, with the addition of a bolo tie—a dark blue sapphire in the shape of a tear.

"Would you be needing anything, sir?" I asked politely, doing my best to remain professional despite the contradicting feelings inside of me, wagging war on my reason and professionalism.

I've been working for sir Huedhaut for a full two years now and I've grown to appreciate him and respect him deeply, going so far as to claim to be in love with him—but only in front of my mirror, when I stood alone in my room!

It was inappropriate to entertain such feelings openly for my higherup in both societal status and work.

"Some milk for my tea, if you'd be so kind." He said, offering me a smile, which I had began to see more and more often those last few months. The morning light dived into his eyes, causing them to look like precious gemstone dropped carelessly at the bottom of an old fountain.

Sir Huedhaut has the kind of eyes that poets and angels cry over.

"Of course, sir." I said picking up the smaller pitcher, with the milk. I held it over his teacup—which was white, with beautiful light blue and deep blue flowers. I tilted the pitcher and poured milk into his tea, until it ran out.

"Are we out of milk?" He asked, picking up his teacup again and taking another sip, his voice melodious, like the flute he plays in the music room of the mansion, as the sun sets.

"It appears so." I said. "I can go to town and buy some—"

"No no, it's alright." He cut me off.

"But, sir, you always take your tea with milk..." I protested. Perhaps, my interest went above just duty towards my boss, into true and pure affection for the heart of a man. A man, I should not want and yet I dared to.

Sir Huedhaut smiled at me and chuckled. "I wonder..." He said. "What would it take for you to cease calling me by title?"

My eyebrows rose in shock, my hands moving to smooth down my skirt, although I did not need to. I had done it only because I did not know what else to do with my untamed nerves.

Huedhaut noticed it and offered me his infamous sly smile. "Let's do that; I sent one of the other maids to buy milk, while you accompany me for breakfast and you can explain in depth to me, why you insist on never calling me simply by name."

My eyes widened and he leaned back on his chair a little, looking at me expectantly.

"But I won't pressure you." He said softly. "If you do not have a taste for... This," He said, gesturing with his chin towards the chair across from him at the breakfast table. "you may decline and we forget this conversation ever occurred But if you do... Then..." He hushed, just letting the meaning behind his words linger between us, seeping into my skull and my brain like sweet venom.

I held my breath... Thinking... Pondering my choice. I stared at the clock, its ticks as if mocking me, telling me that the time has come, but it'll soon pass if I don't make a decision now.

I let go of the breath I'd been holding and... I sat down across from him.

He smiled. "So?" He said, his cunningness returning, his eyes the same color as the sapphire on his bolo tie. "Would you also do me the honor of calling me by name?"

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"A wife's wants"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Tauxolouve × reader

Warnings: none

For the January prompts (the link takes you to the specific prompts and the blog itself. So credits to the writer of this blog post for the prompts and for inspiring me.)

A/N: Tauxy boiii is today's special dish of the day😩👏👏👏👏 Enjoy!!!

Prompt: No more staples (Day 3 January 2025)

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I sighed, setting the stapler down on the desk with a thud. I placed my elbow on the desk and pinched my nose, just as my husband opened the door and walked in.

"Thank you..." I said, with an expression of relief and gratitude, reaching out to take the mug of herbal tea from his hands, my rings clicking against the ceramic mug.

Tauxolouve stood beside me, as I sipped the tea he made for me and gazed down at the papers sprawled across my desk, some attached together with staples, some not. "Those are for..."

I nodded, swallowing a big warm sip, the calming aroma soothing my senses, along with my pounding temples and pinched eyebrows. "Yeah. But I have no more staples, so I'm having trouble now."

"Maybe that's a sign." He said, absentmindedly pushing the empty stapler aside, as he spoke in his usual calm manner.

"What?" I looked up at him, setting my mug down on the lavender coaster. Tauxolouve and I had bought a set of coasters in different shades of purple, when buying stuff for our new house and this is one of them.

"I'm saying..." He took my hands in his and kissed the knuckles gently. "Maybe no staples means no more work for today."

I looked at the digital clock sitting on my desk, skeptically.

"My little lady." My husband said, drawing my attention back to him. "You've been working hard. I think it's time you stopped. Think of it this way," He said. "if you tire yourself to the bone, you won't have any energy left for tomorrow and you'll go into a burn-out."

I sighed, leaning back on my rolling desk chair. "Well, you're not wrong." I said, giving his soft hands a squeeze.

"That's my girl." He cupped my cheeks in his hands and then kissed my forehead, his caramel scent enveloping me, causing the memory of the steaming aromatic tea to fade, a mere detail, in comparison to the man in front of me, supporting me through thick and thin. "Now... How about I go prepare a bath for you? I'll even light up your favorite scented candles." He winked.

I chuckled. "Alone?"

Tauxolouve tilted his head to the side, acting innocent. "Got something else in mind?"

I leaned in, my smile sly. "Don't play coy with me, Tauxy." I mused.

"How could you accuse me of that, my little lady?" He faked a gasp. "Me? Your devoted husband?"

I laughed and stole a kiss from his lips. "I see, so you want a personal invitation." I brought my thumb to his lips and traced his cupid's bow. "Fine then... Tauxy, will you join me in the bathtub?"

Tauxolouve kissed the pad of my thumb and said... "Whatever my wife wants."

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"Odd charm"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Krioff × reader

Warnings: none

For the January prompts (the link takes you to the specific prompts and the blog itself. So credits to the writer of this blog post for the prompts and for inspiring me.)

A/N: @danathefathippo your boo is on screen COME HEEEEEERE. Enjoy, everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💞❤️💞❤️💞❤️💞❤️💞❤️💞❤️💞❤️💞❤️💞❤️💞💞❤️❤️💞❤️💞❤️

Prompt: CD (Day 2 January 2025)

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I hummed to myself as I gathered a small portion of white paint onto my paintbrush and then brought it down to my CD, accidentally painting my fingertip too, as I created the shape of a cloud.

The birds and the crickets sang in the distance, like a symphony of the finest instruments and I let my worries of this week go, letting them fly away like a letter filled with bad news, allowing the wind to take it away from me.

I painted yet another cloud onto the blue and purple background, spread out across my CD. "How's your CD going?" I asked Krioff, without looking up from my own work.

Krioff did not respond though and my eyebrows furrowed quizzically.

"Krio—" I looked up and hushed, when I saw my fiancé sitting across from me at the porch of our home, in a state of confusion, as he gazed down at his messed up CD.

Paint was smeared across his fingers and his forearms, along with his white shirt, whose sleeves were rolled up to allow him more freedom of movement.

He looked up at me, his lips pursed. "Am I doing something wrong?"

I noticed a clumsy brush of midnight blue paint right above his silver brow and I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

He blushed and looked silently off to the side. "I... Why are you laughing?"

I placed my CD down carefully and dropped my paintbrush into the broken ceramic mug I use to clean my brushes in. A mug which has seen a lot since middle school, with multiple splashes of paint all over it—which refuse to leave even after rubbing them beneath the tap water for ten whole minutes, symbolizing the memories that'll never be erased, good or bad.

I scooted closer to him, now sitting right beside his tall and bulky figure. "Let him help you a little." I took the paintbrush from his fingers and dipped it into the mug, cleaning the overwhelming amount of paint he had gathered on it. "For a start, let's start by using little paint at a time." I said. "Color?" I held the paintbrush above the pallet.

"Yellow." He said quietly, almost timidly.

I grazed the tip of the paintbrush over the yellow puddle of paint and then slipped it back between his fingers, the scent of fresh paint an odd charm, which some people side-eye, although I love and I will always will.

Krioff gripped the paintbrush tighter and then, I held his wrist. "What are you goin' to do?" He asked, watching my hand carefully.

"I'll guide just a bit, until you find it." I smiled and kissed his cheek, which warmed and reddened immediately, an adorable and striking contrast to his pale hair and skin tone.

Then, I helped his stiff hand direct itself across the plane of the old, broken CD. After a few minutes, I released his hand and watched fondly as he did it on his own this time around, painting a yellow daisy.

"See?" I said, grinning brightly. "You did it! Isn't it fun?!"

Krioff chuckled softly and smiled faintly.

I received that as an agreement. "I told you it'd be fun!" I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, my cheek pressed against his, catching him off guard.

The love of my life. My fiancé. With his odd charm, which some people side-eye, although I love and I will always will.

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I'm already doing January fluff fics, but it doesn't matter!!! I wanna do these too😭😭😭😭 The prompts are too delicious to resist

I'm already putting a bunch on my 2025 plate, but it's alright. These challenges are incredibly fun.

(plus the side projects I'm working on, like Two Different Worlds lol)

It's Time for FLUFFBRUARY!

Well, would you look at that? February is rolling around *again* and that means it's time for MOAR FLUFF! We've put together a new prompt list of words and images to spark your imagination. Each day there are 3 word prompts, and every other day there is also a photo prompt. Pick any or all of them as inspiration for your fluffy fanwork —fic or art or moodboard or poem or whatever strikes your fancy. There are also a handful of alternate prompts at the bottom of the list if none of the day’s prompts work for you. 

Whether you do some of the prompts, all of them, or just one you'll be doing the world a service by increasing the global fluff quotient. 

All fandoms, all ships welcome! Tag @fluffbruary in your posts so we can reblog your fluffy creations–and please reblog THIS post so your tumblr community sees it and comes to play in the fluff.

February 1 : dark | defend | wander February 2 : ocean | jest | patience

The rest of the list is under a cut - image prompts every other day make for a lengthy post!

February 3 : uncertainty | myth | pause February 4 : green | grey | chess

February 5 : anticipation | nonsense | mail February 6 : declaration | gregarious | duet

February 7 : hand | curls | pattern February 8 : train | zenith | road

February 9 : accept | icy | ornament February 10 : coat | grimace | paper

February 11 : bench | cottage | tough February 12 : backwards | feign | recognize

February 13 : jealous | rose | narrow February 14 : voice | swim | quaint

February 15 : kettle | wonder | twist February 16 : aquamarine | impress | interlude

February 17 : yearn | salty | reality February 18 : tree | magnetic | trick

February 19 : dramatic | small | orange February 20 : cafe | linger | year

February 21 : anxious | help | zephyr February 22 : bullet | loyalty | unique

February 23 : attraction | mutter | opera February 24 : wine | note | lapels

February 25 : thirsty | swell | question February 26 : book | ivory | shelter

February 27 : kitchen | bell | sun February 28 : clean | galaxy | keep

alternate prompts : requiem | culture | chorus | knit | wait

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"My view"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Leon × reader

Warnings: none

For the January prompts (the link takes you to the specific prompts and the blog itself. So credits to the writer of this blog post for the prompts and for inspiring me.)

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! 🎊🎉🥳🎊

🎉🥳🎊🎉🥳🎊🎉🥳🎊🎉🥳🎊🎉🥳 (Also, it's my name day hehehehe) But yeah!!! Every day, there'll be a fic, like I did with fluffbruary. Some gods have 2 stories, some have 3. (And yes. Scorpio has 3, because I'm a dirty, biased, manipulative and conniving little bitch.) Anyway. WE'RE STARTING OFF WITH LEON YEYEYEYEYEY.🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🎉☺️☺️☺️☺️

Prompt: Unopened (Day 1 January 2025)

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I stirred, the sunlight streaming in through the glass of the balcony doors and diving into my pupils, when I opened my eyes.

Fresh white bedsheets were draped haphazardly over my legs and hips and Leon's arm was wrapped firmly around my waist, the heat of his breath against my nape and his floral scent grounding me into the present.

I looked over my shoulder and a small, sleepy smile spread across my lips. Leon was sleeping deeply beside me, his eyelashes resting on his sharp cheekbones, his chest moving up and down slowly—syncing with his heartbeat—and his lips were parted slightly, almost resembling a pout.

I reached out a hand pushed an auburn tuft away from his nose softly, so it wouldn't irritate him.

He mumbled and his head shifted. He buried his face into the pillowcase and let out a long sigh, continuing to sleep as his arms and torso basked into the summer rays of the sun.

Carefully, I slid my legs off the comfortable mattress, which begged you to stay just five minutes more and whine and clutch the pillows to your chest. I disentangled Leon's arm from around me and stepped onto the cool floor of our hotel room.

I walked to the unopened balcony doors and unlocked them, pushing them open. I breathed in deeply into the scent of flowers and salt and closed my eyes, feeling the summer sun and the warm breeze on my skin, through my pajama shorts and the tank top, my hair swaying a little, dancing with the wind, as if they were long lost lovers, reuniting in the picturesque Amalfi Coast, in Italy.

I heard a heavy huff and turned around to find Leon waking up, whining sleepily as he stretched out across the mattress, his muscled limbs entangled in the bedsheets. "(Name)..." He called out as his eyes opened and found mine. Cognac mixing with whiskey and the Italian sun.

"Good morning." I smiled.

He sighed and draped an arm over his eyes, shielding them from the sunlight. "You left."

"I wanted to open the balcony doors to let some fresh air in."

He hummed in acknowledgement, still on his back and with his arm across his gorgeous face. The bedsheets slid down to his lower half and I found myself holding my breath, at the sight of his broad chest and toned stomach, the white cotton sitting just around his hips, leading to an enticing happy trail.

"‘Happy trail’, for sure..." I whispered quietly to myself.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." I shook my head. I turned my back to him and stepped out into the balcony of our hotel room, overlooking the crystalline waters of the Amalfi Coast, along with the boats and the yachts sailing by. "Feeling like going somewhere for breakfast, or should we order room service?" I leaned against the railing of the balcony and admired the view that seemed to be spread out just for me in this moment.

I heard shuffling. Bedsheets grazing the mattress and then... Footsteps. Closer and closer and— "Room service. I want to keep you to myself for a while longer." His arms wrapped around my waist from behind, his bare front pressed firmly against my back. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck.

I chuckled. "I hope you're not planning to stay inside all day, because, then, I'll have to shatter your dreams." I said softly, the volume of my voice barely above that of the warm summer breeze. "We're not in Italy every day and I want to see as much as I can."

He chuckled, his vocal cords dancing like cello strings and bringing out a baritone sound. Deep and rich and perfectly mine. "I wouldn't do that to you."

"The view is beautiful isn't it?" I said, after some moments of silence.

"My view is better." He said and I turned to face him. I found him looking into my eyes, instead of the view of our summer vacation. And his smile... It was so peaceful...

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!! 💐🎈🎊💐🎈🎈💐🎊💐🎈🎈💐🎊💐🎈🎈💐🎊💐🎈💐🎊💐🎈🎊💐💐💐🎊💐💐💐💐🎊🎊💐💐💐🎊🎊

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2024 is about to come to an end in a few hours.

(The hours depending on where you are lol. In Greece it's still 8:50 pm, so we've got a couple of hours more)

But before the year is over, I wanted to say to everyone:

A HUGE "I love you" and a HUGE "thank you"!! This year has been horrific for me (and for many others, as I've seen) and yet you've stood there for me and supported me.

You are my home, scattered across the planet💐💐 And I'm thankful EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. for making the decision back then, to post my first meme on here and meet you all.❤️❤️❤️❤️

May 2025 be better than whatever the hell this year was, for everyone. And may you all be happy and healthy!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I LOVE YOU ALL!!! THANK YOU FOR STICKING AROUND FOR YET ANOTHER YEAR!!!💕💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕💐💐💐🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌🎉🎉🎉🎉 AND I'M HOPING WE'LL STICK TOGETHER FOR MANY MORE YEARS TO COME!!! (The gods better grant my wish, hehe)