#Fluffbruary in December

[lisbeth-kk]

My last entry to this year's Extended Fluffbruary. Prompts: let go - ring - lightning

My heart is yours

During the holiday in gorgeous Tuscany, John makes a decision for this year's Christmas. Their last night in Italy doesn't change his mind in the slightest.

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(I'm really deserving the freedom gifted to me now, right?)

[fluffbruary]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Series: Part 3 of Christmas 2023 Summary:

Just them dancing in Baker Street.

[noemitenshi]

Fluffbruary in December - Treasure

Prompt: Treasure (more or less fitting XD)

Fandom: Fear the Walking Dead

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Crazy Dog(Lee)/Troy Otto/Original female character

Summary: Bonus chapter to I can’t stop imagining hurting you which I wrote for kinktober (prompt: spanking). It is set after the third time of Lee spanking Troy. More context isn’t really needed.

Word count: 3088

Title: Treasure

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Ri couldn’t deny that watching Lee and Troy interact in that way with one another affected her, too. More deeply than either one of them realized, probably. And it wasn’t like she begrudged them for not noticing. In fact, it felt like she had her own little secret and she enjoyed it, for the time being. Something just for her. Wasn’t like she was hiding it, either. They could see it in her rosy cheeks, her sparkling eyes. The wondrous smile that was still curving her lips upwards. The way she was all soft and loving, especially soft and loving the morning after.

Like now. Where she had her head all in the clouds while on the way to get her lovers some coffee. Maybe a little bite to eat, too. They’d still be all snuggled together when she left them with promises of both. Promised to be right back, too. Didn’t want them to have to leave this intimate atmosphere yet. Because they, well, they also were especially soft and loving after such a night. And there was already so much to worry about, so much to figure out, that she thought they should get as much respite as possible. And frankly, with the way Troy had been keyed up before last night, this was more than necessary if you asked her. She was glad he got to finally relax, even though the way he relaxed still had her a bit uneasy. Or maybe it was more that she wasn’t sure she could do for him what Lee did. Not that she had to, of course. But it still left her feeling… a bit strange. Even though she knew how much it meant to Troy. Even though she, herself, could feel how it deepened the connection between Troy and Lee – and her, too. Even though she loved watching them. Loved how she felt all floaty and in love afterwards. Towards both of them. Like she’d witnessed something special. Sacred almost. And they wanted her there, with them. Always. It made her secretive smile deepen and she felt like sighing from how much happiness she was feeling.

“Ri.” That voice, dark and tight pulled her brutally out of her happy place. Jake had his hand on her shoulder and when she turned she could see that his expression matched his tone.

“Jake,” she greeted, her own voice brittle. She couldn���t imagine that he had anything good to say. Not with the way he was looking at her. Good god, couldn’t they get a couple of hours for themselves without a crisis rearing its ugly head?

Jake was just looking at her, brows pulled together, eyes squinty. He almost looked like he didn’t want to say what was about to come out of his mouth next. Maybe he shouldn’t then, she thought darkly and looked at him impatiently. She wasn’t about to make that easier on him.

“Listen,” he finally said, voice softer now. Sweet. She furrowed her brows. This was new. He almost sounded apologetic. It had her actually worried now. What had happened?! It had to be something bad. Something personal. Her heart started to race uncomfortably.

“What is it?” she asked. She had tried, really tried to sound firm. Put-together. But her voice shook with the possibilities. Jake closed his eyes and she was fearing the worst.

“I heard.” Jake’s voice was gravely now. And she blinked. Heard? Heard wha—Oh, no! Her mind started to race while her cheeks heated. Oh god, how was she supposed to explain thi–Wait. Why the fuck did Jake feel the need to share this with her? Who did that!? She regretted her choice to leave Troy’s room immensely. They could’ve gone without coffee for another hour. Maybe two. Definitely two. Goddamn her and her need to coddle her lovers.

“Jake…” she started, not sure where she was going with this. But he didn’t let her finish anyway.

“I know…” he said slowly, “how my brother can be.” Oh god, they were really talking about this now.

“Uhm…” she said intelligently. Jake’s eyebrows drew even more together in a sympathetic gesture.

“This is difficult for you, I understand,” he said in a reassuring voice. Ri blinked and still couldn’t figure out why he wanted to talk about this. Or why he was looking at her like she was a frightened animal. “But if my brother is hurting you, you can tell me. He won’t get away with this, I promise.”

She couldn’t put into words the absolute fury she felt at his words. It took her breath away and shook her body.

How dare he.

“You don’t need to be afraid of him,” Jake continued, obviously misjudging her reaction.

“I’m not,” she pressed out, the only thing that came to her mind.  

“You don’t have to protect him.” Obviously she did.

“Jake,” she hissed, “you misunderstand…” Again, he cut her off.

“Don’t, don’t do that, Ri” How did he manage to look and sound so sympathetic and set her off so, so completely? “Don’t lie for him.”

She’d hit him, she would if he didn’t shut up – and she was so angry she didn’t even realize the irony of that.

“I’m not lying,” she said slowly, emphasizing every word.

“I know he can be scary. I’m sorry, Ri, I should have protected you from him.” He wasn’t listening to her. Not even a little. And the goddamn audacity of him! “I should have expected it. Our homelife… it wasn’t the easiest. It’s all he’s ever seen. Abuse is the only thing he knows. I should have realized he’d—”

“Jake.”

Ri felt like dying when she heard Troy’s quiet, quiet voice. Oh god, he sounded so pained. How much had he heard?! Why hadn’t she gotten Jake to shut up?! She turned to look at him, talk to him, soothe him, but Jake was faster, putting himself between Troy and her. Seriously?!

“Troy.” Jake’s own voice was sharp. Dangerous. And he walked towards Troy, slowly. “I won’t let you hurt her again, you hear? That’s not right, Troy. Not what you do when you love someone. It’s not what a man does.”

She saw something painful move over his expression, something shameful. She needed to go to him. Now. She tried to squeeze between Jake and the wall and he had the fucking gall to try and stop her, grasping her upper arms and she tried to duck away, turn away but he managed to grab her left arm anyway, turning her back and in that split second she swung her arm—

“What’s going on here?” Lee’s worried voice stopped her and she let her arm sink. It would probably help no one if she hit Jake. Well. She was sure it would make her feel better for a second. But still.

Lee was coming down the stairs, rushing almost, and took Troy’s hand into his when he reached his still, still form.

“You ok?” she heard him whisper. Relief rushed through her and this burning need to reach him abated slightly. Troy squeezed Lee’s hand but didn’t answer. Of course not. How could he be ok when his brother had just accused him of abuse. So matter-of-factly too, like it was a done deal. Like of course Troy was an abuser. She balled her fist again.

“Let go of my girlfriend, Jake.” Lee wasted no time trying to manage the situation. She was grateful and shrugged Jake’s hand off him when she felt him loosen his fingers. But how come he didn’t ignore Lee?! She pushed past him with more force than necessary and grasped Troy’s other hand tightly in hers. He squeezed back but it was lackluster.

“Now. What was that all about?” Lee asked. His voice had become quieter but by no means less firm. He was angry, Ri knew by the way his whole body was tense. The way a muscle jumped in his jaw. She put her other hand over Troy’s too, rubbing his knuckles with her thumb, small, soothing gestures. ‘Let’s just go’ part of her felt like saying, wanting to get Troy out of this situation as fast as possible. But another part of her wanted to watch Jake squirm and try to explain himself. Wanted Troy to have the satisfaction of seeing people stand up for him. No matter how uncomfortable it was in this moment.

“Lee,” Jake said placatingly, complete with hands slightly raised in a calming gesture.

“Jake,” Lee replied, through clenched teeth. He was demanding an answer.  

“You should really take better care of your girlfriend.”

“Excuse me!?” The sentence echoed in the hall and Ri took a moment to understand that Lee had said the same thing she had. But where her voice had been high, outraged, his had been dark. Angry.

“I meant,” Jake said, while closing his eyes, “I meant to say that I heard what was going on last night.”

She felt Troy wince and gripped his hand tighter.

“And what is it,” Lee said slowly, advancing towards Jake, “You think you’ve heard? Hmm?”

“I…”

“Do you really think I wouldn’t notice what you’re alluding to going on right under my nose?”

“Ehm…”

“Do you really think I’d just stand by?”

He was now standing right in front of Jake who looked spooked. Good, Ri thought in grim satisfaction. He should.

“Do you really think,” Lee’s voice was low now and slow. As if he was choosing every word with utmost care. “your brother capable of something like that?” The contempt, the utter disgust was palatable.

“I know what I heard.” Ri had to give him that, he wasn’t backing down.

“What you heard,” Lee repeated mockingly and managed to sound even more condescending than before, “Let’s ignore for a second that if it were true, what you’re insinuating, this is the worst. Possible. Way. to approach that topic.” He paused, giving Jake time to actually hear what he was saying. Then he leaned in and said, “I’ll let you in on a little secret – not that you’re giving me much choice here.”

Troy’s hand squeezed Ri’s so tightly that she just so managed to suppress a pained gasp. That would’ve been more than detrimental to the whole discussion. She rubbed her other hand up and down his arm, trying to stroke the tenseness out of his muscles.

“I do enjoy being spanked during sex. Is that clearing things up for you? Or do I need to have all my preferences approved by you?”

“I, uh, of course not! I mean, uh, I didn’t…”

“I suggest,” Lee interrupted him very deliberately, “you check yourself, in the future, before throwing accusations like that around…”  

Jake was still trying to stammer out an apology and Troy was finally starting to relax his iron grip on Ri. She sighed, relieved, impressed, with how Lee had handled that. And a tiny bit pissed still that Jake hadn’t listened to her when she had been trying to explain. But Jake was fleeing the scene, mumbling something about getting breakfast down at the communal area. No one reacted to that. They just slowly made their way to the kitchen. Once inside Troy finally seemed to get over his shock. He stopped Lee from passing him to get to the sink by grabbing his wrist and pulling him slightly towards himself.

“You… didn’t have to do this,” he said quietly. It was clear what he meant with ‘this’ – Lee didn’t have to have told Jake it was him that liked to be spanked. Lee’s face went soft and serious at once.

“Oh but I did,” he said, “I really, really did.” He stepped closer to him, cupping his face sweetly and looking at him closely. Lovingly.

“Don’t you know how much I treasure that part of you – all parts of you. But especially that?”

Troy opened his mouth slightly, as if trying to speak. But he didn’t, just drew his brows slightly together, questioningly. Lee smiled soothingly and told him,

“I do. I love how much you trust us. So much that you show us this. That you allow us to see you that vulnerable. That you want to be this vulnerable with us. Every time you let us in like that, it’s a gift. And no one gets to make you feel bad about it, or sully it in any way. Because it’s beautiful. And I’ll protect it— I’ll protect you with everything I have. You. Us.” He glanced towards Ri and she smiled back at him. She knew he would. It was the same for her.

“What we have, it’s the most precious thing to me. You’re precious.”

Troy looked utterly helpless and overwhelmed. Like he didn’t know how to answer that, how to react. It made her press close to him, having his hand still in hers, squeezing it while she snaked her other hand around him in a half-hug. At the same time Lee pulled him into a kiss that made Troy tremble. Her heart ached for him. The whole vile scene was probably still plaguing his mind. Those accusations. Ri knew he’d secretly harbored them, too. This belief that he’d end up like his father.

“You wouldn’t. Ever,” she heard herself say. But she wouldn’t want to take the words back either because she believed them with all her heart. Troy glanced at her, apprehensive. Another little tremor went through him.

“What Jake said is utter bullshit. You hear me? Utter. Bullshit.” She wished she could just make him belief her. Just say it with enough emphasis and he’d nod along. But he wasn’t nodding – just looking at her with large eyes.

“Just because you grew up in an abusive household doesn’t make you an abuser.” Oh, they’ve already talked about this, about Troy’s fears. But it needed saying again. And she’d say it until he believed it. And then some more for good measure. “You would never hurt me, Troy.” He was trembling now and it broke her heart.

“You can’t know that,” he whispered, “I don’t know that.”

“But I do,” she told him confidently, taking both his hands now into hers, “I know you. Inside and out. I see you. And you would never hurt me like Jake suggested.” She guided his hands to her lips while she spoke and kissed his knuckles, first left, then right, laying her lips on his skin sweetly and with insistence.

“I…”

“She’s right, baby,” Lee, who had tactfully stepped back was now speaking up again, “You wouldn’t ever.”

“You don’t…”

“Of course he does,” Ri interrupted Troy softly, “Same way I do. We know you. Because you let us in, sweetie.”

His breath hitched treacherously at the nickname. Her expression softened even further and she continued,

“You’re so full of love and sweetness. You don’t even know it yourself, do you?” And she kissed him, agonizingly soft, drawing said sweetness out of him in the way he responded. In the way his hands went so carefully around her, pressing her slowly close, as if afraid she’d break otherwise. On the way he leaned into her, just a little, as if his weight could crush her otherwise. She hummed, her fingers dancing to his neck, playing with his hair there while she licked teasingly into his mouth. He sighed while she pressed closer still and he automatically tightened his hands around her. It made her smile contently.

“See,” she whispered, “You’re the sweetest.” The fact that Lee kept quiet to that marked how fragile the whole thing still was. And Troy still looked apprehensive when she sneaked a glance at him, even though she could also see that he wanted to believe her now. Was half-way there, wasn’t he. Alright then, different strategy.

She looked at him, sweetly still but there was something challenging creeping into her gaze. It captivated Troy, made it impossible to look away even as she reached for his hands, caressing them softly while she guided them to her throat. They spasmed when she put them there, pressing her hands over his and he swallowed. She tilted her head in an unasked question – or no, not question, challenge – while she let her own hands sink. She was completely defenseless now.

Troy’s gaze finally did leave hers, sliding to his hands on her throat. He could feel her breathe, unhurried. Calm. Could feel how relaxed she was. There was no fear, not even a little, even if his hands could close easily around her small throat. If he started pressing there was nothing she could do. But his hands didn’t want to press. Instead they had started stroking her skin, softly, softly, and without conscious decision. He watched his thumb glide over her collarbone, sweetly back and forth before his fingers went up the side of her neck. She moved into his touch with a sigh and closed her eyes.

“See,” she whispered again, “I know you.”

He had to kiss her then, that clever mouth and his hands moved into her hair, burying there. He moaned helplessly. God she did, didn’t she.

“Know you. And treasure you.” Lee’s warm voice rumbled right by his ear, tickling him and then his soft lips were closing around his earlobe, a lingering kiss, before they moved to the spot behind his ear that had him groan involuntary.

Ri grinned when she heard that sound, felt how he was moving against her in a blind search for pleasure. She kissed his jaw – his head had tilted back with what Lee was doing to the side of his neck and she couldn’t quite reach his mouth. His hands, still on her, frantically moving in her hair, to her face, her throat and back, tightened. Just for a second. As if he was replying to the kiss in the only way he could. She had to kiss him again, then, sighing contently and then her quick fingers were at the waistband of his pants. She pulled them down in one fluid motion, sinking to her knees in front of him. He gasped and his gaze found hers, eyes large again. But this time, clouded with lust, too.

“J-jake could come back,” he whispered, even though he sounded like he didn’t want to say it. Everything about him shouted that he didn’t want this to stop. She smirked dangerously and Lee laughed breathlessly, getting her meaning before she’s said it.

“That’s the point. Let him see how loved you are.”

-the end-

@fluffbruary

[fluffbruary]

"Do you think The Doctor exists?"

Sherlock asked John.

The question came out of nowhere as he was hanging a stocking up by the fire.

There were three, side-by-side. One for John, one for little Rosie, and one for Sherlock.

It took a moment for John's brain to catch up to what Sherlock was asking?

"Sorry ...? The doctor?" John asked, tilting his head as if trying to recall what they had been discussing previously? "What doctor?"

His hand hovered over the tree as it held a snowflake ornament, midway to hanging it on its waiting branch.

"You know ...?" Sherlock shrugged, "The Doctor." He waved his arms to indicate all of the Christmas decorations. "The one who shows up while you are sleeping and delivers christmas toys?"

John's eyes went wide.

"You don't mean ... are you ... ? Are you talking about Santa somehow?"

"No, John," Sherlock Holmes rolled his eyes, leaving all but the word 'idiot' out. "Everyone and their dog knows Santa Claus isn't real! He could never make deliveries on a global scale with just a sleigh and handful of reindeer?!"

"No," John chuckled to himself, "course not. Silly me!"

"He doesn't even have a time machine," Sherlock muttered, sounding a little affronted.

Then he was stepping back to admire his handiwork on the mantle before picking up a strand of garland from the box of decorations, and lifting out a packet of fairy lights.

"Hang on a mo-"

John carefully hung up the ornament - mind still reeling with thoughts - as he made sure he would not drop and shatter anything, before climbing down the stepladder to face Sherlock more directly.

Once he was on firm ground, he came over and turned Sherlock around.

Sherlock froze. Staring down at the closeness of John, at the warmth of his hands touching him ... blinking both at it, and then up at John's now glittering eyes.

"You mean to tell me ...? John asked, voice tinkling with mirth, "...that you grew up ...? With tales of Doctor Who delivering your Christmas presents??!"

John was barely containing his enthusiasm.

"Doctor who?" Sherlock asked, confused.

"Oh my God," John was now laughing with his eyes also, "Oh ... my. God! The Doctor?! The timelord with two hearts ... ! The one who travels in a big blue box? That Doctor??"

Sherlock shuffled his feet uncomfortably, and wouldn't meet John's eyes.

"That ... is ... " Sherlock huffed, "isn't that ... how it goes?" He looked around as if he had somehow gotten it all wrong??

Was John making fun of him?

It had certainly made more sense than a giant bearded old elf in red wool sneaking down non-existent chimneys! Or at least he and Mycroft thought so ...

John had stopped laughing. He stepped forward and looked up earnestly as Sherlock, "Will I ever cease to be amazed by how your brain works?" He asked, genuinely amazed.

Sherlock's eyes went as John stepped closer and ... his hand brushed the curls away from Sherlock's forehead.

"But if I find you kissing any other Doctor on Christmas eve ..." John warned, playfully, "I will be taking back all of your Christmas presents!"

Sherlock grinned, "Doctor who?" he teased in return, stooping to pull John close, "I only kiss this one."

John laughed as Sherlock smothered him in kisses. Only pulling away when they heard Rosie coo from the other room.

"Oh, I know what we're watching tonight!" John laughed.

Sherlock pulled John back and placed John's hand over his own heart. "John ...?" he asked, in serious reply to John's teasing, "are you sure you don't have two hearts?"

Just then, Rosie walked in, dragging her floppy bunny behind her ...

"Maybe ... even three?" Sherlock corrected.

John smiled ... knowing his own heart had just melted.

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[ibovaryyou]

last one of the year! \o/

a few days late but: a winter solstice celebration, with family

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Written for @fluffbruary in december. Chloe shows Mazikeen her treasures.

[fluffbruary]

[justanobsessedpan]

Ya know what happens next? (Hint: SMOOCH)

So yeah.. Fluffbruary in November in.. December *terrifying moment for the artist to realise time actually passes*

Aka: I'm not really dead, contrary to popular opinion (lol)

Much love Bubbles <3

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(If I somehow missed you or you want to be tagged, just tell me!)

[thegildedbee]

New Year's Eve-themed Sherlock Fic [wip]

The plot thickens :-) Chapter 2 brings us John's plans for his surprise for Sherlock. Sherlock's plans to surprise John are in Chapter 1. Each of them will be surprised, just not according to plan . . . The fic: Sherlock and John each set out to surprise the other on December 31st, inspired to give new meaning to the phrase "ringing in the new year." But what each had imagined would be a relatively straightforward event undergoes an unexpected reversal when their backs are turned -- and each ends up with a double surprise.

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[a-forbidden-detective]

The one and only

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This is written for @flashfictionfridayofficial with the prompt #FFF 232 Among any option and @fluffbruary December prompt: let go | ring | lightning | set sails in the sunset

Fandom: Kamonohashi Ron no kindan suiri/Ron Kamonohashi’s Forbidden Deductions

Things had changed ever since Toto met Ron. Or, the forbidden detective had always had the latent sense of style that was unleashed after five years of self-imposed isolation. The police officer realised that Ron was fond of wearing beaded trinkets now. The leather necklace that adorned his neck highlights his 96 scar. Toto couldn’t help looking at it. In fact, he was mesmerised by it.

Ron, in turn, sensed the effect of him wearing these ornaments with the way Toto’s face flustered whenever he caught him looking.

Toto, out of whim, bought the set of leather beaded necklace and bracelet when he was briefly in Aichi a week before Ron’s birthday. Kawasemi-san would have wanted the police officer to stay a few more days but Toto explained that he didn’t want to miss his friend’s 24th birthday celebration.

Scouting for possible souvenirs on a spring sunny day in Aichi, he ended up walking along the long line of shops selling mostly menswear items when he saw a couple of youths loitering around an imbiss across the street. One of them was obviously a mixed race. It made him turn his head twice. The particular man, tattooed and bejewelled, had the same pair of blue eyes and the bushy black hair that changed bluish when reflected in the sunlight. It was Toto’s Eureka moment.

The older police officer was not happy. He knew he should let go. Toto would never betray Ron Kamonohashi.

“I would love to see you again, Isshiki. Preferably sooner and outside of our jobs. However, it is probably moot to convince you to do that. Likewise, temporarily replacing Yamane for the time being…”

Toto shook his head. It was true that he admired his superior’s unique talent, also he didn’t look bad at all. He could ensnare anyone he fancied. But among the options Toto had, which was not that many, he already found his one and only. The question remained if his feelings were also requited.

When the police officers said their goodbyes at the train station platform, with Kawasemi-san’s downcast eyes and melancholic smile, he shook Toto’s right hand and asked not to forget him. Toto said yes and boarded the train going to Tokyo.

What Toto started became Ron’s hobby. He now had an awful lot of collection of accessories that he mixed and matched with his outfit.

“I love them, Toto. You have a good eye, surprisingly, for these things,” said Ron. “You don’t know how happy they made me.”

“I am glad,” Toto laughed nervously.

They were seated on the futon floor when Toto felt Ron’s hand touch his shoulder. It slipped upward striking his nape, and ended up toying with his undercut. Toto shivered, he couldn’t help closing his eyes, wasn’t even aware that he let out a moan.

How strange the universe is. How fickle. Last year, Toto didn’t know that Ron Kamonohashi ever existed. He must send Kiku-san his personal thanks. Perhaps Toto should ask his Oma if she could help him bake her own rendition of Sacher Torte. Kiku-san had a sweet tooth after all, his sweets addiction was well-known in the whole department.

The hand exploring his head stopped and it now landed on his face. Toto opened his eyes. Ron was smiling. His eyes shone the bluest of the blue.

“Will you stay here again tonight, Toto? Found a trick to make that hamburger steak blend in with kuromitsu and red wine.”

“Uh, yes, sure…I-I don’t mind you soaking food with brown sugar at all,” the police officer replied, grinning now.

“Good. I always prefer you here next to me. So, come, Toto!” He gave his hand to his friend and pulled him up. Their hands not letting go. Both satisfied, they headed to the kitchen.

The police officer, red on the face, was delighted to hear the answer to his question. His heart was now full.

~ fin ~

* Was inspired by Akira Amano’s illustration of RonToto from her The Characters series

[fluffbruary]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, POV Second Person, Domestic Fluff Summary:

Aziraphale and Crowley find they have an unexpected guest. Pure, undiluted wintertime fluff ensues.

[firemandeanbuck]

Daydream

February 4:   daydream   |   snow   |   rest

Hob misses when it used to snow heavily. Sure, the weather was brutal, winds violently whistling in your ears, snow sticking to your skin unwarranted and did cause some problems, but it made him feel alive, it made him feel human, strong and weak.

One December afternoon, Hob sits in his apartment, catching up with his now boyfriend, Dream, and checking the papers on the dining table. They were sitting next to each other facing the window.

"I just miss the snow", he sighs wistfully, "Global warming is a real mood killer",

Drean brushes his brown hair out of his face and tucks it behind his ear. "Isn't it winter, now?" he frowns a little.

"Yes, it is. BUT can you SEE any snow around?" he gestures at the windows. He is right, the snow is nothing but a thin layer.

"Wouldn't you prefer it if it was warm?" Inquired Dream rest his chin on Hob's shoulder, who was still looking out. Hob shivers as Dream's rumbling reaches him.

"Not ALL the time. Then it'll be BORING", he huffed, leaning on Dream. His body was lax and soft against Dream's own thin and tensed.

It hasn't been easy to take affection of any sort from Hob since they started the relationship, but everyday, he is allowing himself to take and give in a hopefully healthy amount. It has been taxing, but couldn't think of doing it with anyone other than Hob.

"I can make it snow", Dream said casually.

Hob paused for a moment, "Come again?"

"Daydreams are also dreams. Infact, you don't have to sleep while daydreaming. You can see and feel everything and remember it afterwards like a real memory",

Generally, Hob wasn't the cone to question how dream and his workings go and come, but it just sounded too good to be true.

"Sure", he shrugged his unoccupied shoulder.

Dream produced his sand and blew it not Hob's eyes. He fell asleep.

The next moment he opened his eyes, Dream's eyes were no longer steel blue, but a galactic black, twin stars twinkling in them. Staring into his ordinary brown ones. The Endless was smiling at him.

Suddenly, the world was different. It was the same, but it APPEARED different. More whimsical and nonsense than the actual thing, colours more vivid and live than ever before. Somethings more acutely felt than the others, some texture total opposite of what the actual things.

He looked out and the saw the snow. It was not dull and murky, no, this snow was soft, fluffy and glittery. It didn't look real, yet it felt real.

An unexpected laughter bubbled out of him. A deep feeling of euphoria raised in his chest. It wasn't real. It was just a dream.

The bestest of dreams, one where he rests in his bed, with Dream holding him and the world is covered in a miraculously beautiful blanket of snow.

MY SECOND CONTRIBUTION TO FLUFFBRUARY. as always, dedicated to Fluff Princess @immacaria

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I posted 403 times in 2022

8 posts created (2%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

This year’s Thanksgiving chapter is up!! Enjoy!

1 note - Posted November 24, 2022

#4

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRCYHjM3/

@razztazticffn this has your Parker written all over it.

3 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#3

Kate swings around the metal pole and starts down the stairs leading to The Old Haunt, holding tight to the rail to avoid the black ice she thought she saw. She pauses at the door to let an older gentleman out, thanking him as he holds the door for her. 

Since the moment she’d walked into this bar, she’d loved it. The dark wood tables, gold and brass light fixtures that gave the room a warm glow, the piano in the corner next to the small stage for karaoke and open mic nights. It was warm and safe and homey. Kate thanks the universe for bringing it into their lives all those years ago and her husband for saving it from a grimy corporation. 

Their team, their family, had a reserved table (and a continuously open tab that was settled every month), but Kate forgoes it, instead heading for the bar and her spot. The spot she’d stolen from a blonde bimbette who’d been hitting, unwanted, on Castle. 

“What can I get you?” the barkeep—Evan? Elias? She can never seem to remember his name—asks her. The blue hooks of his hearing aids contrast against his sandy blond hair. 

“Whisky, neat,” Kate replies. The barkeep nods and retunes a minute later with the requested drink. Kate sips from it as she scans the room; it’s still early evening so the rush hasn’t fully started yet, but there are a few regulars milling about.

“Excuse me, ma’am? I think you’re in a reserved seat.”

She hadn’t seen or heard him come up from the basement office, and she tries to keep the growing smile from appearing on her face as he speaks to her. 

“Really? Well, I don’t see a name on this spot, how can it be reserved?”

“It’s an unspoken rule,” he replies, stepping closer to her. 

“Must be a pretty special person to have an unmarked seat,” Kate says with a tilt of her head. 

“Oh, trust me: she is. Even lets me sip on her drinks every now and again.” To make his point, he reaches around her back and steals the glass from her hands before drinking the last of the liquid in one long sip. 

“That’s gonna cost you,” Kate says, turning to face her husband. 

He rests the glass on the bar, leaning on an elbow so their faces are inches from each other. 

Kate leans in and steals a kiss, tasting the alcohol on his lips. She smiles against him, kissing him again.

“I think I know of a way to repay you,” he whispers. Not breaking eye contact, he motions for the barkeep to get them another glass and then kisses his wife. Long and slow and full of implied meaning. 

7 notes - Posted December 4, 2022

#2

Day three of the Fluffbruary challenge is up! 

A peek at the night Gibbs babysits all his ‘grandkids’ 

Enjoy!

8 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A Soft Place to Land

Kate sighs to herself as she pulls into the parking garage and weaves down two levels for their designated spot. She pulls in and shuts off the car, letting the ambient noise and light be her only source. Letting her head fall back into the cool leather, she finally lets her muscles relax and with it feels the day slip away. A Wednesday that felt like a Monday; full of phone calls, emails, and people yelling her name every four seconds. 

She needed just one minute of silence. 

Sixty seconds. 

After one last heavy sigh, Kate gathers her things and steps out into the night. She slides her bag onto one shoulder and as she walks, locks the car behind her. 

The elevator is quick to arrive and after pushing the button for her floor, Kate leans back against the wall. She knew she was tired, had felt it all day, but in that moment, it really hit her. 

How every movement, every breath, took so much effort to accomplish. 

She arrives in their lobby and waves hello to the on-duty security guard as she switches elevators and heads up to their loft. 

Kate counts down the steps to their front door; narrates every task to unlock it. 

Grab the key.

Slip it into the lock.

Turn the key.

Open the door. 

She feels her head spin, he body finally releasing its last reserves of energy as she crosses the threshold and replaces the deadbolt. 

She was too tired to eat; though she knew she probably should. She just wanted comfy clothes, her husband, and bed. Though not necessarily in that order. 

Her bag is dropped carelessly right where she stands, and somehow she gathers enough gumption to unzip her boots and slide them off her aching feet. 

Every step on the hardwood burns up her legs, and Kate is saddened to arrive in her bedroom and find it dark and empty. She rounds the corner to find a light on and the sleeping form of her husband in his office. 

His head is lolled to the side, fitting between the crack of two cushions. His trusty laptop sat dark on his lap, and one bare foot stuck out of the blanket covering him.

Kate smiles as she crosses to him, a hand on the well-loved leather recliner as she leans down. She flips her hair to one side, pressing her mouth to his ear. 

“Hey,” she whispers nearly imperceptibly. She feels him stir, his mind dragging him into wake. “Hey.” this time a little louder. 

“Hey,” he grunts after a moment, turning into her. “What time is it?”

“Late. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Castle says, sitting up further. 

“Come on, it’s bedtime.” 

Kate holds out a hand and waits while Castle sets his computer aside, removes the blanket, and stands. She laces their fingers together and leads them into the bathroom where they silently ready for bed. 

She’s quick to get under the soft covers, and even quicker to pull her husband to her side when he gets in. The sigh of relief she lets out makes him chuckle. 

“Long day?” he asks.

“You have no idea.” Turning on her side, Kate pulls Castle’s arm across her chest, snuggling with it as if it were a teddy bear. 

“I’m glad you’re home.”

“Me too.”

31 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

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Written for @fluffbruary in December. Mazikeen considers her lucky star.