#Fluffcember day eighteen

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #18 (Leon Kennedy x reader)

Fluff headcannons

-Leon is essentially a living puppy dog, always following you around, looking cute and stealing your attention all the time. It is impossible to hold a conversation with anyone else if Leon's in the room. Everything he does just seems to steal the show.

-Craves headpats. He needs them. They are sustenance, they are love, they are life! Just reach up (or down if you're tall) and pat his head. He will be grinning like the dork he is for the rest of the day.

-Randomly walks over and sits in your lap. No explanation, no heads up, nothing. Dude just walks over, turns, and drops. How long he sits there is up to whether or not you hold him tight enough. He's your baby and naturally, needs to be treated like one.

-Wants nothing more than to protect you, and this is reflected in his behavior. When you guys cuddle, he'll be the big spoon and wrap himself around you as tight as he can to keep you safe and secure.

-When you get sick, he's your personal Alfred and is constantly rushing back and forth to get medicine, water, broth, whatever you need or want, he'll race off and return with 3x what you asked for.

-Whenever you guys go out, he'll always have his arm protectively wrapped around your waist or shoulders, or at the very least, holding your hand. He also shifts into serious cop mode and stares down everyone who dares come close to his precious.

-Defers to you for everything; when there's a choice to be made that involves both of you, he will always turn to you for your opinions first, then make the call. If you wanna lead, that's fine by him as well. He'll be trailing along after you, watching your back.

-When he returns from long expeditions of blowing up zombies and whatnot, he will break out into a full-on sprint and dash right up to you sometimes running straight into things before scooping you into his arms, twirling you around, then kissing you and telling you how much he misses you.

-Secretly sings in the shower, but he does it so quietly, you can't hear it from another room. To hear a snippet of his glorious singing, you must creep up to the bathroom door and press your ear against it--having a glass helps--and listen very, very carefully.

-Also has an entire bedtime routine he follows every night, not because he's a perfectionist, but because it involves taking a nice, hot shower, putting on a fluffy bathrobe, then reading an interesting book or watching a funny TV show before going to sleep.

[rooksunday]

fluffcember day eighteen: mistletoe

"Are you sure this is appropriate, sir?" Bly asked nervously.

General Secura nodded. "Very. It's traditional."

"What, uh, what's the tradition about? Just checking for the purposes of the report."

The report that someone would definitely be making. Bly knew that much. He just couldn't decide whether it'd be used as evidence for his court martial or not. In any case, accuracy would be important.

General Secura continued to play the deceptively innocent stem with its white buds between her fingers. Her long lashes brushed her cheeks as she looked at the flower.

"Mistletoe symbolises new life and new beginnings. Certain fertility—"

"Fertility?" Fierfiek. Bly's voice hadn’t squeaked like that since he'd been in his blues. Heat rushed to his face. "Pardon me, sir, but," he lowered his voice and darted a look around the small market, "are we being co-opted into a local fertility ritual? You know there's established procedure for that—"

Laughter bubbled from General Secura and she covered her smile with one elegant, bruised-knuckled hand. Her lekku twisted in the way that Bly had learnt meant she was particularly amused. Heat touched his cheeks but he didn't look away from her. He couldn't. He didn't understand how anyone could.

"There is no ritual on this occasion, Commander Bly, I promise. What if I… Look, over there. Do you see those two near the food stalls?"

General Secura pointed toward two humanoids, somewhere toward the end of their growth cycles, who were standing beneath the awning of a dumpling stall. One tugged the other by the hand, smiled, and pointed to the beam above their heads, where a sprig of mistletoe hung.

"General—"

"Ssh, just watch."

Bly shifted in place, but he'd done more difficult things for his General. He watched, something twisting in his stomach, uncertain if he was meant to intervene or— Oh. Oh. One of the two humanoids had brushed a kiss on the others' cheek. Then the second— Bly averted his eyes.

"Well. Perhaps the spice of the food carts inspired them," General Secura said, clearing her throat, though her lekku continued to betray her amusement. "That isn't what I… I am sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, Commander."

"No, sir. You didn't," Bly said, concentrating on keeping his voice steady. He worked his hands at his sides and mustered the courage to meet General Secura's eyes again. "May I examine the mistletoe, sir?"

"Of course."

Bly turned the little plant over in his hands. Such a small thing, for such a big invitation. He gently rubbed one of the leaves between finger and thumb. General Secura—Aayla, perhaps, if he dared—watched him with the same steady patience she always did.

It had been her idea to come to the market, but she had been genuinely surprised to see the mistletoe hanging in on the stalls. There had been no design. Merely opportunity.

An opportunity Bly now held in his hands.

He smiled, and held the mistletoe above their heads. Aayla let out a soft noise and her cheeks deepened to violet.

"Well then. Let's get traditional, shall we?" Bly asked.

Aayla grinned, and leaned in.

[venturelovebot]

Fluffcember Day Eighteen: Mistletoe

A/N: Prompt list is by @fluff-cember! Written in headcanon format. Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated but not necessary!

Warnings: None! Pure fluff!

🎄 "Why are you standing in that particular spot?" You finally return with two hot coffees.

🕊️ The park was extra lively today.

🪽 Despite the fact that there was snow everywhere, people were out and about enjoying their time together for the holidays.

⛄️ The two of you were doing the same.

❄️ It was midafternoon in Toronto with a cloudy sky but no risk for snow, and the temperature wasn't absolutely freezing by some miracle.

☕️ Birds chirp and chatter as squirrels run across barren branches and sneak extra food for the coming of winter.

🍪 Everything was in perfect harmony it seems– except for their odd behavior.

🎁 "Oh, I don't know!" A cheeky grin lights up their face. "Why don't you take a look above me?"

💫 You look upwards, but find nothing in particular.

🔔 "Maybe Brigitte was right... you are beginning to lose your mind." You worry.

🎄 "Uh, no!" They defend themself. "It's mistletoe! Look!"

🕊️ They point to an evergreen sprout on the tree. White and red berries dot the leafy exterior of the plant.

🪽 "Oh!" You finally notice it now. "Aren't those bad for the tree, though?"

⛄️ "Less worrying. More kissing." They gesture you over to them.

❄️ You laugh.

☕️ "Nice try, but you'll need to be sneakier than that." You hand them their coffee.

🍪 They lean in for a kiss, but you pull away at the last moment and leave them hanging.

🎁 "Fine! Be like that. We'll see who gets the last laugh." They smile with determination.

💫 "Uh huh. Let's finish our walk, shall we?" You hold out your arm and they lock theirs in yours.

🔔 Both of you continue your winter walk on the salted sidewalk for a while longer.

🎄 Children play in the snow, building snowmen and throwing snowballs at one another.

🕊️ Another one has various snowball makers and creates little snow ducks, hearts, stars and various other shapes to leave everywhere.

🪽 "Maybe I should get me one of those." Sloan nudges you.

⛄️ "What, so you can make a cute little duck family?" Your expression lightens just thinking about it.

❄️ "Yeah! Why not?" They sound awfully convincing for a second. "We could go swing by the toy store and grab one."

☕️ You briefly pause for a moment to think about it.

🍪 Then, without warning, they bring you in for a quick kiss before you have time to react.

🎁 "What was that for?" You ask with a slight surprise.

💫 They point upwards.

🔔 Mistletoe.

🎄 "Ah. You got me." You smile, and they go for another kiss. Slower this time.

🕊️ You happily return it. They nuzzle you softly and place one more to your forehead for good measure.

🪽 "Eewww! Mommy, those two people are kissing!" A kid points out in disgust.

⛄️ "Leave them be, dear." The mother turns them around and ushers them to continue playing.

❄️ You both share a quick laugh. Though, their face is now bright red in embarrassment.

☕️ "Let's see if you can catch me again." You offer them an incentive to continue your walk.

🍪 "Alright– bet!" They start walking in time with you with their gaze cast towards the sky.

🎁 Wind gently rustles the branches among the trees.

💫 Mistletoe is everywhere...

🔔 So you better be prepared.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Winter Writing Prompts 2022 Masterlist

I’m participating in a ~Fluffcember~ 2022 this year using this list by...Me. If you’d like to be tagged, please leave a comment on this post or send in an ask.

The highlighted prompt is the one filled in the given day.

Day One - Don Eppes x Reader

Prompts: Ice skating/ Wintry/ First Date

Day Two - Angel Reyes x Reader

Prompts: Crunchy/ Honey/ Bake Sale

Day Three - James Bond x Reader

Prompts: Snow/ Shopping/ Undercover

Day Four - Indiana Jones x Reader

Prompts: Cider/ Moon/ Matchmaker/Matchmaking Gone Wrong

Day Five - Raymond Smith

Prompts: Shiver/ Warm /Old Enemies

Day Six - Frankie Morales x Reader

Prompts: Mittens/ Kid/ Parent and child's teacher/caretaker/nanny

Day Seven - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader

Prompts: Soup/ Memories/ Next Door Neighbor

Day Eight - Don Draper x Reader

Prompts: Party/ Locket/ Everyone can see it but them

Day Nine - Javier Peña x Reader

Prompts: Coat/ Bundle/ Blind Date

Day Ten - Matt Murdock x Reader

Prompts: Cards/ Sassy/ Office Party

Day Eleven - Santiago Garcia x Reader

Prompts: Hot chocolate / Tired/ Enemies to Lovers

Day Twelve - Marcus Pike x Reader

Prompts: Jingle/ Basket/ Country Inn

Day Thirteen - Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Prompts: Snuggle/ Book/ There Was Only One Bed

Day Fourteen - Harvey Specter x Reader

Prompts: Mistletoe/ Hands/ Fake Dating

Day Fifteen - Benny Miller x Reader

Prompts: Marshmallow/ Cabin/ Fish Out of Water

Day Sixteen - Benny Borracho Magalon x Reader

Prompts: Candy Cane/ Playlist/ Oh My God They Were Roommates

Day Seventeen - Poe Dameron x Reader

Prompts: Cookies/ Mug/ Love at First Sight

Day Eighteen - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Prompts: Gifts/ Fluffy/ Single Parent

Day Nineteen - Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader

Prompts: Lights/ Holly/ Childhood Sweethearts

Day Twenty - Josh Lyman x Reader

Prompts: Merry/ Explore/ Save me From a Bad Date

Day Twenty-One - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Prompts: Sales/ Sparkling/ Opposites Attract

Day Twenty-Two - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Prompts: Stocking/ Hum/ Meet-Cute

Day Twenty-Three - Bishop Losa x Reader

Prompts: Wrapping Paper/ Travel/ Home for the Holidays

Day Twenty-Four - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Prompts: Dinner/ Peaceful/ Rivals

Day Twenty-Five - Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompts: Fruitcake/ Old-Fashioned/ Learning-to-Love

Day Twenty-Six - Javi Gutierrez x Reader

Prompts: Quilt/ Scrooge/ Sunny vs Grumpy

Day Twenty-Seven - Will Miller x Reader

Prompts: Icicles/ Smooth/ Pen Pals

Day Twenty-Eight - Steve Rogers x Reader

Prompts: Heater/ Sunrise/ Sleepover

Day Twenty-Nine - Oberyn Martell x Reader

Prompts: Dance/ Fireside/ Frozen

Day Thirty - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Prompts: Scarf/ Flu / Hurt/Comfort

Day Thirty-One - George Russell x Reader

Prompts: Midnight/ Kiss/ Forced proximity

[dokidokey]

hi! welcome to kielle’s very first album, fluffvember! fluffvember is a 30-day writing event revolving on fluffy scenarios. each day will alternate between bnha and haikyuu up until the 22nd, and the 23rd until the end will be haikyuu-centered.

continue below for more info!

NOTICE: ia bc of typhoon ulysses and its aftermath (+ mf exams.) my heart is literally breaking rn. fluffvember will most probably continue early to mid-december, so fluffcember, ig? lol all fics that are getting posted in november are queued.

ONE: THE HEARTH OF HOME ft. iwaizumi hajime

they say the hearth holds the warmth, light, and love of a home. iwaizumi begs to differ. | 1.10

TWO: FILL-IN DATE ft. kaminari denki

somehow, the stranger who sat in front of you managed to snag the position your supposed date was supposed to be in after you got stood up. | 1.47

THREE: TITLE ft. oikawa tooru

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FOUR: SPECIAL DELIVERY ft. hawks

keigo unleashes a very fancy trick under his sleeve after a misunderstanding with you. | 0.97

FIVE: FALLING FOR YOU ft. kageyama tobio

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SIX: LOW BUDGET FINAL DESTINATION ft. mirio togata

mirio, as he insisted you call him, takes you to an amusement park for your first date, oblivious about the fact that you never quite got over your phobia from that one final destination movie. | 3.26

SEVEN: TITLE ft. sugawara koushi

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EIGHT: TITLE ft. aizawa shouta

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NINE: RED VELVET ft. tendou satori

all you wanted was a banana cake but you also made a successful, albeit messy, red velvet someway. | 1.58

TEN: TITLE ft. bakugou katsuki

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ELEVEN: TITLE ft. bokuto koutaro

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TWELVE: TITLE ft. dabi

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THIRTEEN: TITLE ft. yamaguchi tadashi

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FOURTEEN: TITLE ft. shigaraki tomura

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FIFTEEN: TITLE ft. matsukawa issei

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SIXTEEN: TITLE ft. midoriya izuku

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SEVENTEEN: TITLE ft. kuroo tetsurou

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EIGHTEEN: TITLE ft. todoroki shouto

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NINETEEN: TITLE ft. hanamaki takahiro

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TWENTY: TITLE ft. kirishima eijirou

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TWENTY ONE: TITLE ft. miya osamu

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TWENTY TWO: TITLE ft. shinsou hitoshi

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TWENTY THREE: TITLE ft. ushijima wakatoshi

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TWENTY FOUR: TITLE ft. miya atsumu

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TWENTY FIVE: TITLE ft. tsukishima kei

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TWENTY SIX: TITLE ft. semi eita

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TWENTY SEVEN: TITLE ft. sakusa kiyoomi

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TWENTY EIGHT: TITLE ft. kyoutani kentaro

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TWENTY NINE: TITLE ft. kozume kenma

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THIRTY: TITLE ft. akaashi keiji

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omg look who whipped up her speech in under an hour and proceeded to focus on this. it is i <3 and i am so excited aaaah guess which date is my birthday bc this gorl chose one of her mains as the character lmaooo AND I THOUGHT THE BACKGROUND COLOR OF THE HEADER AND TRACKLIST WERE WHITE BUT WHY DOES IT SHOW UP LIKE A VERY FAINT LIGHT BLUE COLOR (っ╥╯﹏╰╥c) I AM BLIND

[thewrittenpost]

Fluffcember Day Eighteen

Prompt: Lending Coat

“Why is it so cold here?” Lou shivered -admittedly a little over dramatic about it- rubbing at their arms. Even with three shirts, multiple scarves, and a jacket, they were shaking in the snow, all their layers making them slow and clumsy. “Did the Sun decided he didn’t like this place so he refuses to keep it warm?”

“You’re the one who wanted to come her,” Tobias reminded them unhelpfully. “We did warn you that it’s the middle of winter.”

Lou stuck their tongue out, a move that was amusingly childish until a breeze brushed past them. “I didn’t think it would be this cold!”

Tobias sighed heavily, but while Lou attempted to walk -hoping the effort would warm them a little- Lou felt something thick and warm drape over their shoulders.

Tobias was standing there, readjusting himself to make up for the loss of his jacket. He had bundled up the same as Lou at the sight of snow: a hat covering his ears, gloves, scarf, thick boots, and his wonderfully warm coat with seemingly bottomless pockets.

The same coat Lou was putting on gratefully... but not so gratefully that they didn’t notice Tobias wasn’t shivering, even though he was only wearing one long-sleeved layer now.

Well now, that’s just not fair! How is he so warm?

Lou just hoped Tobias realized he was never getting his coat back. 

At least not until they were back to lands that weren’t freezing around them!

[theaestheticarmchair]

Fluffcember Day 3: Humming

The Sleeping Prince | Book III: The Wall of Thorns

Word count: 1025

“That’s a nice song. Did you write it?”

“Huh?” Bramble started out of a daze. “What? Sorry?”

“The thing you were humming just now. It sounded good,” Aurelian said as he brushed some green onto a leaf. “Did you write it?”

“Not exactly. It was just… something that was going through my head. I, like, just made it up. I haven’t even put words to it yet.”

Aurelian hummed. “Well, it was good. Do you wanna write it down on something? I’ve got a ton of paper to spare.”

Bramble shrugged. “I mean…” he trailed off. “I dunno if it would really work. I don’t usually… write music down on paper. I know some people do, but I’ve never really done it. It’s always made more sense to me when it’s in my head.”

“Huh.” Aurelian dipped his paintbrush. “I’m, like, the opposite. I have to get my thoughts down, or they’re gone. Poof. Vanished. Back when I used to write bad poetry, I’d try to get everything down right away before putting it into a good order, and it looked like a big, scattered mess at first.” He laughed. “I mean, when it was done, it was still a mess, but you get my drift.”

“I need to read some of this poetry,” Bramble said, grinning. “Did you keep any of it?”

“Absolutely not. I burned everything I could. I’m pretty sure Ambrosia might have swiped some when I wasn’t looking though. DON’T,” he said quickly as Bramble’s grin widened, “get any ideas.”

Bramble laughed, feeling lighter than he had in awhile. “Oh, I’m so getting ideas. This is gonna be the best birthday present ever.”

“I resent that.” Aurelian dabbed at the canvas in short, light strokes. “How old are you now, again?”

And there was the weight. His smile shriveled up.

“Thirty-four.” It tasted bitter in his mouth. Eighteen years. He’d been searching for nearly eighteen years, and for what? Nothing. Not a shred of a clue, not a fragment of a stone to help him. Them. Aurelian.

Sometimes, secretly, shamefully, he wondered if he should just give up. If it was even worth it. And then he felt awful, like it was some kind of betrayal. It would be.

It was his responsibility. But sometimes, secretly, shamefully, he wished that it wasn’t.

The sound of brushstrokes petered out; Aurelian must have noticed the shift in mood.

“Wow,” he said. “Thirty-four.”

Bramble pursed his lips. “Yeah. Thirty-four.”

Aurelian would be thirty-three by now. If it weren’t for that curse. That curse. It made him angry, made him more enraged than he would ever dare say out loud. It made him want to hit something, crush something. It made him want to scream. Scream and rage on behalf of his best friend, whose life had been stolen from him. By Asphodel.

By Bramble’s mother.

“Aurelian.” His voice shook. “I don’t… I’m not…”

He wasn’t okay.

He wasn’t okay.

“Hey. Hey.” A hand on his shoulder. Arms wrapping around him, pulling him to a warm, solid chest. He swallowed the lump in his throat down, tears burning his eyes as he fought to keep them back.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey. No.” The arms tightened. “We’ve talked about this. It’s not your fault. It was never your fault.”

It wasn’t his fault. He knew, somewhere deep down where his logic was suppressed, that it wasn’t his fault. He knew that. But it wasn’t what his brain was telling him.

“Stars.” A laugh shook that warm, solid chest, but it wasn’t one of mirth. “This is so messed up. You need a break. You really need a break.”

“I-I can’t. I couldn’t.” It wouldn’t be possible. He couldn’t stop now. He couldn’t. He had to keep going. He had to--

“Bramble, you’re going to completely break down if you keep this up.” The words were blunt, but Aurelian’s voice was soft. “This isn’t healthy. You’ve devoted every single minute you have to--this--for the past eighteen years. You don’t just need a break, you deserve it. You have three scary powerful Fae in your corner who can pick up the slack. And…” A thumb gently rubbed his shoulder. “You have me. You’ll always have me.”

Bramble nodded, tears finally dripping down his cheeks. Though he didn’t want to admit it, Aurelian was right. Sooner or later, he was going to break down. If he… left, or took time off, his aunts would be able to continue on in his absence. And it wouldn’t be giving up. It would just be… a break.

Yeah. A break. He could do a break.

“Sorry for mentioning the age thing,” Aurelian mumbled into his hair. “I should have realized that would…”

“It’s okay,” Bramble murmured. “Don’t worry.” He pulled away reluctantly and faced Aurelian, wiping his eyes. “I think,” he said, anxiety churning in his gut, “I am gonna take a break.”

Aurelian smiled, and Bramble had known his best friend long enough to know that it was a genuine one. “Are you gonna travel? I’ve seen so many great places. Ormos is, like, the music capital of Gerania, and I’ve seen some really nice parts of Cecilie, too--”

“Woah, one step at a time,” Bramble said, chuckling. “I just… need some time to recuperate, I think. Before deciding anything. But…”

He thought of Danae, and what she’d said when she’d left. If you ever do want to… talk, then… let me know.

“Gerania,” he said. “Gerania might be nice.”

He felt the moon begin to wane before he saw it. It would be maybe an hour or so before he would fade back to reality completely. He decided to make the most of it.

“Could I take you up on that paper offer?”

“Sure,” Aurelian said, ruffling through his bag. “For what?”

Bramble smiled. “I’m gonna make a list.”

Aurelian laughed. “There he is.”

As he set pencil to paper, he found himself humming again. It might have been the same melody from before. It might have changed.

But if it had, for once, he didn’t regret it.