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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Autumnal love - Flufftober 21

Summary: You and Thor spend your first autumn together.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, blooming relationship, a little angst (implied)

Trope: Pumpkin carving

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

“How do you like it? It’s a pumpkin spice latte. I used my recipe.” You watch Thor take a large sip. He hums as he appreciates the taste. “Good, isn’t it? I added cinnamon.”

“I like it very much,” he softly says. “Thank you.”

“I baked a pumpkin pie too. We can have a slice later too,” you dreamily look at Thor, and sigh. “How did you like the walk in the park? The leaves were beautiful don’t you think?”

“It was very nice. Indeed, my little one,” you giggle at Thor’s words. He always sounds so distinguished when talking like this. “It was my honor to accompany you on your walk in the park. Holding your hand was mostly pleasant.”

“Thor, are you trying to impress me again.” You watch his cheeks turn pink. “You already impressed me, you know.”

“How?” He questions. After his relationship with Jane fell apart, Thor is always afraid to do something wrong. He fears that you’ll leave him.

“By being you,” you cup his face with your hands, gently stroking his scruffy cheeks. “You are kind, sweet and loving. I couldn’t ask for a better man.”

“My love,” Thor’s heart swells in his chest at your words. He had hoped that you would feel deeply for him too.

“So, you know about collecting leaves, and pumpkin spice latte. Now I want you to get to know one of the most important activities in October,” you place your hands on Thor’s chest, looking up at him.

“Which one? I heard about pumpkin patches, and Steve mentioned something called Peanuts…” he wrinkles his forehead. “No, I think he called it the great pumpkin.”

“Oh, that’s a classic, Thor,” you grin. “We can watch it later. But first I’ll let you in on how to carve the perfect pumpkin for Halloween.”

“Carving pumpkins?” Thor cocks his head to look at the pumpkins he helped you carry inside your home. “You want to carve them? I thought we were going to eat them.”

“Not these pumpkins, Thor.” You point at the pumpkins you bought to make more pie and latte. “We can use these for food. The others are for…fun.”

While you are busy carving your second pumpkin, a cat jack-o-lantern, Thor is still staring at his untouched pumpkin. He twirls the pumpkin carving tool in his hand, unsure which motive to choose.

“Do you need help, Thor? My love?” He furrows his brows while staring at the pumpkin. “If you want more motives, I can look some up in the book I bought.”

“I want to carve Asgard into the pumpkin, but I lack talent,” he grumbles. “How could I do it justice?”

“Maybe you should start with something simpler,” you softly say his name, and pat his hand. “If you want to, we can try carving an Asgard one together. I’m not an artist, though.”

“Really?” He grins from ear to ear. “Wait. I’ll try a cat one too. I like cats. They are mysterious and fluffy. And later, we try the Asgard one together.”

You giggle. Thor is an experienced warrior and a half-god, but he looks like a kid when he starts carving the pumpkin.

Watching Thor carve the pumpkin you smile to yourself. He looks at peace and relaxed. That’s all you want for the man you love.

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rainbowfey · 2 months ago

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21 Bonfire

@flufftober

„Are you gonna help or are you just going to stand around uselessly, Tomioka?” Sanemi bellowed as he walked past Giyuu, a stack of wood in his arms.

Giyuu shrugged. “I’d rather just stand around,” he said in a low voice, not loud enough for Sanemi to hear. But to his dismay, someone else did hear him.

“Lighten up,” Tengen said, raising an eyebrow as he gave Giyuu a stern look. “It’s a bonfire, not an execution. It’ll be fun, you’ll see.”

Giyuu nodded and thought to himself that an execution at least did not sound as boring as a bonfire did. But since he did not want to risk a discussion about the flashiness of a big fire with Tengen, he reluctantly followed him which earned him an approving nod.

A few minutes later, Giyuu was also packed with heaps of dry branches and twigs. He could barely see over the enormous pile in his arms and almost ran into Kyoujurou who frolicked past him, visibly excited for the bonfire.

“Oh, you’re going to be at the bonfire as well? That’s great,” Kyoujurou said cheerfully and patted him on the back before he went on his merry way, not taking notice of Giyuu’s weak smile.

And again, Giyuu asked himself what the other Hashira found exciting about a giant fire. But now that he thought about it, it probably did not come as a big surprise that the Flame Hashira and the self-proclaimed god of festivals would like a bonfire. Then again, Sanemi did not seem like the type to happily dance around a fire at all and even he was helping prepare it without any complaint. With a sigh, Giyuu braced himself for hours of gathering and piling up wood.

To his luck, he was relieved after about one hour when someone out of nowhere grabbed his wrist and pulled him through an open door. Staggering, Giyuu followed the silhouette through the twilight of a hallway, barely able to maintain his balance. Only when they reached the kitchen, the person finally let go of him and turned around, their green eyes widened.

“Giyuu, I need your help,” Mitsuri said pleadingly and Giyuu stared at her slightly overwhelmed. “I’m supposed to take care of the feast together with Obanai but then Sanemi came in and took him and now I don’t know what to do! I can’t do it alone and if I mess up, everyone will be so disappointed and hungry and –“

Desperate, Giyuu raised his hand, trying to get a word in. “Mitsuri, hold on. I’ll help you.”

“For real?” she said and slowly, she started beaming. “Giyuu, you are the very best!”

And while Giyuu still asked himself what could have been grave enough to get Obanai to leave Mitsuri alone, Mitsuri pulled him towards a kitchen isle where a mountain of ingredients loomed over an assortment of pots and pans. The stack was higher than Giyuu’s head and he instantly started regretting his offer. But then, he remembered the despair in Mitsuri’s eyes and with a sigh, he rolled up his sleeves and reached for the first ingredient.

Another two hours later, every muscle in Giyuu’s body had started hurting and he was covered in flour from head to toes. His arms ached more than they did after every single training session and now he had a vague idea what had kept Obanai from returning to the kitchen. Exasperated, he looked down at the last dish he had assembled. At least it looked nice as Mitsuri had brought him loads of flowers to decorate the dishes with.

Now, he heard her coming closer and only a moment later, she peered over his shoulder. “Aww, Giyuu, that’s so pretty,” she squealed in delight and patted his back with surprising force.

“Thanks,” he muttered, too tired to protest. “What now?”

Mitsuri glanced around the kitchen pensively and after a moment, a satisfied smile formed on her face. “I think we’re finally done. We should go and get help to carry all of this outside.” She paused and looked at Giyuu. “You know what? I’ll do it alone. How about you go upstairs and freshen up before we start the bonfire?”

Even though she had said it in very kind words, Giyuu had a vague inkling of what he must have looked like if even Mitsuri spoke up about it. However, her idea was intriguing as it presented the chance to get some time to himself before he would inevitably be forced to come outside again.

“Sounds good,” he replied and when Mitsuri shooed him away with a smile, he took the shortest route back to his assigned room in the headquarters mansion.

When Giyuu finally closed the door of his room behind him, he sighed in relief. While he did enjoy spending time with the other Hashira from time to time, he was not a fan of big groups or bonfires. Or any festive activities, for that matter. Or people in general.

With that thought, he took off his flour-dusted clothes and briefly washed his arms, neck, and face in the bath corner of his room. Then, he slipped into a fresh change of clothes with the exception of his haori. He gave it a critical look and dusted it off before deciding that this would have to do. He glanced at his door but since no one had knocked on it yet, his grace period seemed to be not over yet even though the sun had started to set. With a quick look to his window, Giyuu turned a light on and grabbed the book he was currently reading, settling down on his futon. And in no time, he had lost himself in a rather enticing adventure story about young people attending an institution called ‘university’.

When a sharp knock snapped him out of his thoughts, Giyuu already could not make out some of the letters anymore as it had gotten dark and his small lamp did not radiate enough light to read properly. With a deep sigh, he carefully set the book back down in its designated spot, ignoring the second and third knock on his door.

“Tomioka, are you in there?” a voice boomed through the door and Giyuu winced. While he had not held much hope that the others would forget about him, he had not expected Tengen to be the one showing up to force him outside.

“No, I’m not,” he replied halfheartedly and grimaced when Tengen laughed out loud.

“Very funny,” Tengen shouted back, indeed sounding amused. “Are you gonna open your door or do I have to break it down?”

“Break it down and do what next?” Giyuu asked while walking towards the door reluctantly.

Tengen thought about it for a moment before he loudly exclaimed, “Pick you up and carry you downstairs. You choose, Giyuu. Do you want to attend the bonfire the easy or the hard way?”

Of course, that was not necessarily a pleasant choice and thus, Giyuu opened his door while muttering to himself, “That would be called kidnapping, you know.”

Tengen grinned at him. “I’m not above that if it means you crawl out of your room for once, Tomioka,” he said and patted Giyuu on the shoulder so forcefully that Giyuu’s legs almost gave in. “So, do you want me to carry you like the princess you are?”

The worst part about this was that Giyuu knew that Tengen was being absolutely serious about this and if he asked for it, Tengen would indeed carry him to the bonfire in his arms. And since that was a fate that had to be avoided at all costs, Giyuu closed his door behind him and started walking. When Tengen reached for him, he quickly dodged his hand and quickened his pace.

“I’ll be fine, thanks,” he said hastily and fled the hallway, Tengen’s roaring laughter following him.

Tengen caught up to him when he reached the leaf door leading outside. Together, they left the mansion, shattering Giyuu’s hope of slipping away somewhere on the way to the bonfire. Now, he had no choice but to walk towards the backside of the mansion since Tengen was the faster one of them and would catch him in no time, should he try to escape. He glanced over his shoulder and found this conclusion mirrored in Tengen’s face as he shot him a rather malicious grin and nonchalantly closed the distance between them. Giyuu gulped and suddenly, the bonfire did seem like the better option after all.

Even before they had turned the corner, Giyuu could already see the dancing shadows and smell the scent of fire in the air. While Tengen behind him mumbled something excitedly, Giyuu took a deep breath and braced himself. Then, they walked around the building and were met with the sight of a sheer enormous fire crackling in a big ring of stones, sending flickering lights over the faces hovering around it. Along the outer wall of the mansion, the other Hashira had lined up tables that now were filled with all the dishes he and Mitsuri had made. Looking at them, he felt a hint of pride whenever he recognized a flower that he had positioned.

“You guys did a great job,” Tengen said behind him and patted his back again. “And now go and have a good time!”

And with that, Tengen gave Giyuu a gentle push, shoving him towards the bonfire while he walked over to Kyoujurou and Mitsuri. Giyuu stumbled forward and when he caught his balance again, he paused and looked around. Around the fire, the others had placed a variety of chairs and blankets, making for a rather unique setup. Apart from the Hashira, there were also many Kakushi and the Ubuyashiki kids bustling about. Behind the fire, he could even see the girls from the butterfly mansion playing with two of the Ubuyashiki daughters. Everywhere he looked, he saw cheerful faces, and the air was full of laughter and happy chattering.

All in all, it was horrible. While Giyuu did take pleasure in the fact that everyone seemed happy, he would have preferred them to be happy in a different place than he was. But since the bonfire did not appear to magically fly away to another location any time soon, Giyuu decided that it was on him to relocate himself. When he had made this resolve, the next step was to get away unseen. Cautiously, he glanced over to Tengen who was now engrossed in conversation with Mitsuri and Kyoujurou, happily chatting away and striking a flashy pose from time to time, each pose rewarded with Mitsuri’s applause.

Giyuu watched the spectacle half mesmerized, half amused for a while before he snapped out of it and started looking for a way out again. The path back to the front of the mansion was blocked by Tengen and when Giyuu looked left, he saw a group of people that he also wanted to avoid. Of course, he did not think that Obanai and Muichiro would care much about him leaving but it was possible that Sanemi would stop him just for the hell of it. So, this option was also ruled out. But if he managed to casually walk past them and to the back of the fire, the wood behind the mansion would be alluringly close. And if he found a moment where no one paid attention to him, he could maybe slip behind a tree and vanish into the night.

With this plan in mind, Giyuu straightened his shoulders and nonchalantly meandered around the fire. When he passed the group, Sanemi looked up and shot him a stern look that made Giyuu’s skin crawl. Nervously, he smiled at Sanemi which turned Sanemi’s expression into an entirely bewildered one in an instant. Giyuu cursed silently and quickly looked away, feeling Sanemi’s gaze burning on the back of his neck.

He made his way through a crowd of people until he had reached the other side of the bonfire. When he was finally there, his skin felt warm from the heat of the fire and he was fairly sure that tomorrow, his haori would smell like it had been caught in a smoke house. With a sigh, he looked up again – and to his delight, the path to the forest was clear of any people. After a quick glance in Tengen’s and Sanemi’s directions, making sure they were not directly looking at him, Giyuu took a few steps towards the forest edge. But when he was halfway there, he noticed a silhouette sitting in the shadows and he froze.

“Are you trying to sneak away, Tomioka?” a familiar voice asked and Giyuu’s heart sank.

“Uh, no,” he replied and wrecked his brain for another plausible explanation as to why he was turning his back on the bonfire and walking towards the dark forest.

But before he had an idea, he heard a faint laugh from the shadows. “Don’t even try, it’s pointless. Tengen has his eyes everywhere.”

Giyuu’s head shot up and he squinted, trying to make out her face in the dark. “Wait a minute,” he said slowly. “Did you try to sneak off too, Shinobu?”

For a moment, she stayed silent but then he heard a soft sigh. “Maybe,” Shinobu said, sounding both amused and resigned. “Either way, Tengen won’t let you leave, I promise.”

Giyuu took a few steps towards her and when he turned his back to the crackling fire, his eyes adjusted to the dark and he could make out Shinobu’s pale face. She sat in the grass, facing towards the bonfire, a strange expression on her face. “Have you ever been thrown over Tengen’s shoulder?” she asked after a while and when Giyuu shook his head carefully, she grimaced. “Yeah, I can’t recommend that either. So, if you don’t want to make that experience, you better sit down with me and wait it out.”

Judging by the painful tone in her voice, Shinobu indeed knew what she was talking about and Giyuu felt laughter bubbling up in his throat at the mental imagine of Tengen slinging Shinobu over his shoulder. He bit his lip and let himself sink down into the grass next to her. For a while, they both stayed silent until he asked, “So, you’re not a fan of bonfires either?”

Shinobu shook her head violently and glared at the fire. “Not at all. I don’t know how anyone could like this.”

Giyuu nodded in agreement and followed her gaze. “You’re entirely right,” he said, relieved to have found someone who shared his sentiment. “It all just seems so stupid, right? You pile up a mountain of wood only to set it on fire all at once. That doesn’t even make sense! It’s such a waste of resources.”

He noticed Shinobu looking up and he took it as a sign to continue. “Like, what are you even going to do with a fire like this? Dance around it like a bunch of witches and make a fool out of yourself? Heck, it’s even too big for stick bread, you’re just going to burn yourself.”

Only when he had finished his sentence, he noticed that Shinobu pressed a hand on her mouth, her cheeks blushing as she started giggling. “You’re really one of a kind, Giyuu,” she squeezed out between bouts of laughter.

Giyuu stared at her confused and asked himself what exactly about his rant had been funny enough to start giggling like a maniac. “Well, if that’s not your reason,” he said after a while, “then what is?”

Shinobu’s face took on an adorable expression somewhere between amusement and anger when she took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. “All those lives, Giyuu,” she said after a while, her voice quivering. “All of them lost and for what?”

That was a bit too fast for Giyuu and he stared at her, trying to make sense of the lost lives she was talking about. “Do you mean the … the trees we cut down?” he asked after a while, glancing at the mountain of burning wood in the center of the bonfire.

But when Shinobu huffed, he quickly looked back at her. “No, silly,” she said, now serious. “I’m talking about the moths, of course! All those poor insects who fly directly into the fire just to be burnt alive!”

And at this moment, Giyuu lost his calm and burst out laughing. He held his sides as he cackled, his laughter worsening whenever he looked at Shinobu who stared at him with both confusion and a bit of indignation.

“What’s so funny about that?” she asked, furrowing her brows.

And for once, Giyuu forgot about his dislike for people and reached for her hand. “I’m sorry,” he chuckled. “For the moths and for laughing. But if anyone is one of kind here, it has to be you, Shinobu.”

For a moment, she glared at him but then her features softened and she intertwined her fingers with his. “Well,” she said with a resigned grin, “at least I don’t have to suffer through it alone anymore.”

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