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Jing yuan x gn!reader Day 9

Summary- Hair braiding session with Jing yuan

C/W- fluff, lots of fluff

"Stay still Jing yuan!" You said as you struggles to braid his hair.

"I'm staying as still as I can darling." He chucked, "but you are pulling at my hair quite alot."

You huffed at his comment, continuing your work on his fluffy white hair. It was soft to the touch, like the fur of a dog. Jing yuan let out soft hums, he enjoyed when you played with his hair. Actually he just enjoyed you being with him. He constantly craved your attention and your touch. Even if he was a work, he'd send you a text to say how much he missed you.

To some he seemed like a closed off person, to you he was loyal. You felt him relax more and more as you came to a finish with the braid. "Your hair is very soft."

"Well I make sure it is for you."

He stood up to go have a look in he mirror, and was admiring your work. You still sat down we're taking lots of photos of your partner with his hair done. You could only imagine how curly his hair would be in th morning if you left it in.

You sent the photos to Fu Xuan, who very quickly look at them.

*He's perfect for you, don't ever let him go.*

*I don't plan on it*

You had a large smile on your face, and it turned slightly larger when you looked at Jing yuan. Both of your lives would be very different if you weren't with each other. He dealt with your shenanigans and you dealt with his. It was a routine you both were happy with and you would hopefully stay together for years to come.

[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober Day 10

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Prompt(s): Bet/Game/Contest

Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!reader

Warnings/tags: misogyny/catcalling/dude being a creep and asshole (not Dean), duelling, canon-typical violence, Dean being a dork, I'm putting a warning here for cringe/stalker/gross behaviour from the asshole,

Summary: Whilst perusing a stall at the renfair you encounter a guy that just won't leave you be, when Dean overhears. As penance for coming to your "rescue", he's challenged to a duel for your hand.

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: I just loved writing this one. I actually went and re-watched the episode before I wrote it after I had the idea💀 I was stuck on this prompt for a while. I was thinking of pie eating contests (duh-doy) and bets with Loki but nothing seemed good enough. But I hope you enjoy reading! - Love, Grem 💜

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Smoke wafted in-between the stalls and tents of Ye Olde Marketplace, the smell of meats, mead and treats making your mouth water. This was your second renaissance fair and you were determined to make it worthwhile. You were an elf this time around, not necessarily LARPing but just in costume; the whole nine yards with flowers in your hair, glitter on your cheeks and of course, pointed ears. Your outfit complimented your body excellently as well as your elven "character". Layered skirts and flowy bouse with your body adorned in earth-toned accessories, it was no wonder you were stared at by other fair goers.

One in particular had followed you from stall to stall. You tried blocking him out but the skin-crawling feeling of being watched had you on edge. You picked up a crystal at one of the stalls ran by a guy in a comical wizard hat and a long grey beard, reading the miniscule cursive card on the stand amongst the crystals. You couldn't make out every word but you thought it read something about keeping bad energies at bay.

You really needed that right now.

"Mi'lady." A voice said from beside you, making you jump. It was that guy. You can't control your facial expression as you cringe at him.

"Hi." You mutter and turn away. You secretly hope that all of the anti-douchebag crystals are out in full force because this is not something you do not want to be dealing with today.

"What doth bring a fair maiden such as yourself to a place such as this?"

His voice is grating and you suppress a shiver, opting to continue browsing instead of answering. Why did this have to happen to you?

"Hey!" The guy begins, reaching a hand out to you. "I'm talking to yo-"

You turn as you see his hand reaching towards you, ready to chew him out for being a creep, but another hand halted his hand in its tracks. Your eyes widen as you follow your rescuer's hand all the way up his arm to his face. He's dressed as some sort of knight, loose shirt and some chainmail, but his features have a stormy look to them as he glares at the guy who'd been following you. You melt into a puddle; handsome doesn't even begin to cover how damn good this guy looked. Even if he did have powdered sugar on his cheek.

"This guy bothering you?" His voice is gruff and stern, green eyes meeting yours and you find you can't quite say anything.

"Uh, well -"

"I wasn't doing anything - I was here first!" The creep protests and the look on your face says it all; you're disgusted and unimpressed.

You look back to your knight with no shining armour. "Yeah. He's bothering me."

"I declare a duel!" The creep says loudly and a few passers-by slow down to nosy in on the conversation. "For the lady's hand."

"Dude," Your hero sighs, looking incredulous at him as you roll your eyes with repulsion. "Give it a rest. Just take your damn potions and go."

The creep unsheathes a wooden sword and points it at your hero, who half-heartedly shrugs with an exasperated "really?". The creep jabs him in the chest once. He doesn't quite get to the second jab as his sword is smacked out of the way and a swift punch lands perfectly in the square of his face.

With a sickening crack he slumps to the ground, clutching a bleeding nose. You can't help but feel a little smug at the sight and your heart swoons just a little at the scene you've just experienced. A handsome knight coming to rescue a damsel in distress.

"Come on," You say to your knight, nodding to one of the other colourful stalls. "I believe I owe you a drink for rescuing me."

You set down two butter-beers on a picnic table, and jostle a brown paper bag of freshly made mini donuts in the middle. The smell that wafts from the bag is sickening - and you reach in and pop one into your mouth as soon as you're seated.

Your knight, who you found that his name was Dean, took a sip from the buttery stein in front of him, making a grunt of approval and immediately swigging more.

"Thanks again," You say over your own glass. "You fight for a maiden's honour a lot?" “It’s what I do. Saving people.” He looks like he’s about to add something else, but clears his throat, looking sheepish. “It’s a family thing, ya know?” “Hm.” You don’t know whether it’s the LARPing or if he’s being genuine, but your heart flutters again and you can't help but smile at him. He's stuffing two mini donuts into his mouth but when he catches you smiling at him, he attempts to smile back but his cheeks are too full and when you laugh at him his cheeks go pink.

"Well, cheers!" You raise your stein and clink it with his. The conversation ebbs and flows naturally and you soon find yourself engrossed in his family history - well, his character's family history - about monsters and demons and angels. It's so well-thought out you're almost embarrassed to not have anything so detailed.

After Dean's phone rings as you're traversing stalls together (nearly three hours later) and a very curt conversation with someone on the other end, Dean gives you an apologetic look.

"Sorry, duty calls." He sighs, tucking his phone away into his pocket again. You'd already exchanged numbers earlier after finding out you had more in common than you'd realised, and at the very least, if you couldn't date the guy you could at least be friends.

"That's alright. I had a blast today." You gush, grinning at him. He gives you a boyish smile in return and before he has a chance to say anything else, you lean up to place a soft peck on his cheek. Dean's smile only grows wider when you sternly remind him, "Keep in touch, Dean Winchester. I wanna know all about these monsters and the next parts of the story."

"Yes ma'am." He affirms with a short nod, making his way out of the fair, nearly tripping into a hidden rabbit hole because he can't stop looking over at you as he leaves.

You giggle and wave him out of sight. Perhaps you should make an equally intricate backstory for your LARP character, though not as sad as Dean's, using today as an example. You decide then and there that meeting Dean Winchester ought to be a turning point for something good instead of bad. Although, you can't quite decide who your next monster of the week will be.

You'll just have to call Dean for some ideas.

[phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings]

One dance?

Fandom: Anna Karenina

Pairing: Count Vronsky/fem!reader

Plot: you’re at a ball, which is not your type of thing, and after an hour, you’ve had enough and go to leave.

Notes: this was written for @flufftober 2024 Day 9 prompt: “Don’t do that” - “But-”

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You had been at this ball for well over an hour. You did not see anyone of interest to you and you were just not interested anymore, so you made to leave.

“Don’t do that,” you heard a beautiful masculine voice behind you.

“But-” you started.

“Don’t leave. At least do me the honour of giving me one dance before you go,” he asked.

You turned and your eyes fell upon a man just as beautiful as his voice. You hadn’t seen him while you were glancing around the room. You’d know if you had.

He was holding his hand out, and you placed your hand in his. He lifted it slightly as he looked you in the eye. He leaned down, keeping his eyes on you until he kissed your hand.

You blushed and curtsied.

“One dance?”

“It would be an honour, kind sir,” you responded.

As he moved you to the dance floor, he whispered, “my name is Alexei Vronsky. What is your name?”

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

Gorou x gn!reader- Day 9

Summary- Cuddles and stories on the couch with your puppy general

T/W- scars, mentions of battle

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"You're such a cute puppy Gorou."

"I am not a puppy!" He complained, as his tail was wagging with his head in your lap.

"Sure your not."

He could only huff at your persistence at calling him a puppy. Despite the conversation, he was quiet enjoying you running his hands through his hair and rubbing his back. Your hands traced gently over the scars that lined his back. Almost like constalations.

"How'd you get this one?" You ran your hands over the rather larger scar.

"The big one?" You nodded, still fixed on hiw it ran across most of his back. "Well, it was in a battle. My first battle as a general. I turned my back for a second, a mistake and was slashed across the back."

You winced at the thought of that, you started to feel protective over the man. As your hand reached up into his hair again, you looked down and saw that his eyes were staring to drop. A few minutes later he was realising little snores.

[dailyreverie]

Healing love

A/N: I may have gotten a bit carried away. Enjoy.

@flufftober - Day 9 Love at first sight

Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem. reader

Word count: 1.6K

CW: Reader is a nurse. Mentions of injury, alcohol consumption, bar setting

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You would never catch Poe Dameron at the med bay, not even by mistake.

He’s tough enough - or so he says - to endure a few scratches here and there until he reaches his quarters and fixes all up by himself. To his defense, he does a decent job at it. 

It works perfectly well for Poe, that is until Snap catches him wincing after a mission, the blast he took on his side clearly giving him trouble to even walk down the stairs of his ship. Poe’s claims of rubbing some healing gel on it before bed go unheard by his friend, who lightly pokes his ribs only to get a pained hiss from the pilot. “You’re coming with me or I’ll pierce your lung myself.” Snap demands at the sight of a clearly broken rib.

Unwillingly, Poe begins the walk to the med bay with Snap close behind him to make sure he doesn’t bail. “This is a waste of time, you’ll see,” Poe complains for the thousand time, his never-ending protests reaching deaf ears. The smell of the place is unbearable, like alcohol and medicine even in its precarious state, reminding Poe of one of the reasons why he’s never there.

“Wexley!” A voice greets his friend all of a sudden, and when Poe turns to see the source of it, he’s suddenly forgetting his own name. Snap greets you with a hug an an exclamation of your name matching your happiness, as if you’ve known each other for years. “Is that headache of yours back?”

“Nah, that one’s gone.” He says with a shrug. “Today I��m here for this guy. I don't know if you've met Commander Dameron." Snap motioned towards Poe, who couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement when your gaze met his.

“Poe,” he corrects, extending his hand to meet you. He hadn’t had the chance to meet you, but he’d be a fool not to notice you before. You were one of the newest members, joining the med team as a head nurse, running away from your home planet after an awful invasion; Poe saw you since your very first day when you were following General Organa around base as she showed you the place, and Poe only hoped she would introduce you to him. You did so much as crossing a glance and share a polite smile, but if Poe knew one thing, was to know beauty when he saw it.

Your hand extended to greet him, and Poe couldn't help but be drawn in by the kindness in your eyes. They told a story of resilience and hope, a tale he read like star maps guiding him home. "Alright, Poe, besides the broken rib, does anything else hurt?"

Poe was momentarily taken aback by your quesion. "How do you even know?" he asked, impressed by your intuition. "Do you read minds or something?"

You chuckled, your laughter like a melody contrasting with the sterile environment of the med bay. "No, Poe. I'm just an amazing nurse," you replied playfully, a wink adding a hint of flirtation to your words. With gentle care, you lifted his shirt to inspect his wounded side, your touch sending a warmth radiating through Poe's body that had nothing to do with the pain in his rib.

After that day, Poe found himself looking forward to his check-ups after every mission. It is the best excuse he can find within himself to see you as much as he possibly can, your smile and your delicate fingers always letting him know he was home; he was becoming addicted to it, to laughing at your witty remarks and chatting with you even if just for a couple of minutes, almost to the point of making up injuries if he came back without so much as a scratch.

It was easy with you. Laughing and existing, forgetting about everything for a while doing nothing but being together; a quick check-up, a shared lunch, it doesn't matter. He shares his stories and you share yours and in that, Poe finds a bond in the unspoken, in the way he makes you laugh and the way you make him smile.

It’s not soon after that he started seeing you hanging out with the rest of the Black Squadron members around base: having lunch with Jessika, talking with Karé, laughing at Snap’s bad jokes. Poe can only assume they were teasing him, that his connection to you had become all too apparent to his friends, who were now enjoying the sight of Poe getting flustered by your presence.

He confirmed so one night, when after a long and exhausting mission, the squad gathered at a cantina for drinks and a night away from battles, laughing and having drink after drink to celebrate their latest success. But in the middle of it all, of all the music and laughs, the sound he least expected was your voice.

“I’m sorry I’m so late!” You said loudly, speaking over the music, approaching his table. The rest of the squad cheered, happy to see you, while Poe remained speechless at your appearance. If you looked beautiful under the harsh lights of the med bay, the way you looked out of it was enough to suck all air out of Poe’s lungs. You were out of your usual uniform, your hair was down and relaxed, and somehow, after the long shift you must have had, you glowed with your smile and your joy infecting everyone. “I’m gonna go get the next round, it’s on me for being so damn late.” You walked away before anyone could protest, not before flashing Poe a smile just for him and a soft touch to his shoulder.

Poe couldn't believe the lengths his squad was going to just to tease their Commander. He slammed his hand on the table in mock frustration. “Alright, very funny guys.”

“What are you talking about?” Jess questioned him, shooting him a questioning look just as the rest of his squad did.

“You know what I’m talking about, you invited her just to tease me because you think she makes me nervous, and I’m just telling you it’s not gonna work.”

“Poe, she’s our friend, that’s why she’s here,” Jess said again, trying hard not to laugh.

“Wait… you think we ask her to come just to see you get all flustered? Which is totally not gonna happen.” Snap’s question was filled with sarcasm. “How much do you think about her to even come up with that?”

Poe was speechless and, much to his defeat, a bit flustered. He didn’t know when his world began revolving around you enough to think that everyone else’s did too.

Karé reached for his hand across the table, her touch grounding him in that moment. "Oh, Poe, sweetheart," she said softly, her eyes filled with understanding, "you are in love with her."

Poe's heart skipped a beat as Kare’s words sank in. It was a truth he couldn't deny to himself. To his defense, he was not sure when was the last time he felt that way, but Poe was deeply and irrevocably in love with you. At that moment, he knew that he couldn't keep his feelings hidden any longer. “I think I need to talk to her.”

His squad cheered for him, urging him to go as he downed his drink. Poe found you by the bar, looking at your surroundings as you waited for the drinks, and as your eyes traveled around they found him. Poe felt his heart beating faster at the way you smiled at him.

"Hey," he said, his voice filled with a vulnerability that was new to him.

“Hi,” you replied, your cheeks warming up by his closeness. “Everything alright?”

Poe nodded, his heart pounding like a drum until, he realized, with you he had nothing to fear about. "Actually… do you want to get out of here?"

Before you could respond, Snap appeared behind Poe, carrying the drinks to the table and flashed a knowing smile at the two of you. You replied with a quick nod, silently agreeing to his invitation and letting him guide you outside, only hoping he was there to tell you the same thing you wanted to tell him.

"You know," he began as soon as you were out, his voice soft but sure, "I've been thinking a lot."

"Thinking about what, Poe?" Your stomach erupted with butterflies.

Poe took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. "About us. About how I can't stop thinking about you, and about how even though I hate the med bay, for months I’ve been there every single time I’m back from a mission with some pathetic excuse.”

A tender smile graced your lips along with a giggle, and you took a step closer to him. "You hate it?” You asked with false annoyance.

“With my whole being.” Poe laughed, shaking his head. “But I guess what I’m trying to say, is…” In that moment, as Poe saw into your waiting eyes gazing at him, the world around you seemed to disappear entirely, leaving only the two of you. Poe reached out, his fingers gently tracing the contours of your cheek, and he leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss against your lips. It was a kiss filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that had been building between you.

As you pulled away, still lost in each other's eyes, Poe whispered, "I love you. Since the moment I met you, I love you.”

And you, with all the love and hope in your heart, replied, "I love you too, Poe Dameron."

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Soaked in Adoration

(GIF NOT MINE)

Description: My HC's around spencer and bathing/showering with his partner

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of swearing, lemme know if theres anything else!

Flufftober Day 9: Bathing/Showering together

A/N: i know im still behind but i have this week off from school so expect more fics!

i think early season reid would be rly awkward around bathing together so you would let it happen at a natural pace

at first you would herd him to the bathroom and start the shower before leaving him to get undressed while you get him some PJ’s and unpack his go bag 

after he gets comfortable with that you start helping him get undressed 

you would run your hands across his tense frame, hoping to ease some of the tension in his shoulders and arms

he would whine quietly at the comforting touch 

and then you would let him get in the shower- and let him do his own thing 

but eventually spencer wanted more 

he would call for you usually at least once or twice every time stating he “needed a kiss” 

of course you would oblige before going back to what you were doing

eventually this lead to taking showers together after spencers cases 

now not only would you help him get undressed- he would help you get undressed 

sometimes you would have to remind spencer that he cant just hug you the entire time- he actually has to take a shower 

now for baths 

i think he would almost always prefer laying in your arms- not the other way around 

he would need to feel safe and protected yk

i also think he would love if you wash his hair/ play with his hair in like anyway 

like if you just run your fingers through his hair/finger comb it  he would practically whine <3

i think he wold be at his peak for loving it when he has really long hair in like season 5

i think he would also equally enjoy helping you get clean- spencer is the kinda guy that finds happiness in fulfilling the needs of his partner

like it would make him happy to see you all relaxed and wrapped up in a towel afterwards 

okay now for late season reid 

i think post prison reid would now much rather hold you- than be held at this point 

like he’d feel the need to protect you after seeing everything he did in prison- like he’d need to know your there kinda 

but he’d still be a big old softie when it comes to you playing with his hair 

he’d still fucking melt every time man istg 

like if you were taking a shower before work together and he “needs help” washing his hair you wouldn’t hesitate to lightly massage his scalp as you rub in the shampoo

he’d melt into you oml

i also think that after years of being together it would become happenstance to take a quick shower together before one of you guys has work, and especially if spencer has a case so you guys can spend the most possible time together before he leaves for sometimes almost a week 

[becausebuckley]

ice my bruises (warm my soul) | buddie | hurt/comfort | 1.7k

written for @flufftober day 9: "don't do that!" - "but..."!

“Hey.” Eddie places a hand on Buck’s knee, thumb rubbing back and forth gently. Even through his thick sweatpants, Buck feels the touch like it’s a hot iron. The touch draws him back firmly to the present. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you know that, right?” Buck shrugged. Sure, he’d been doing his job. He definitely doesn’t regret pulling Eddie out of the way and catching the blow himself. He just can’t help but think that maybe, if he’d done a better job at diffusing the tension, it wouldn’t have happened at all. Then the man wouldn’t have been arrested. Or maybe if Buck had been more careful, or a better firefighter, or stronger, he could’ve gotten everyone out of their cars without causing more damage. Maybe he could’ve been more capable. Maybe, maybe, maybe. God, Buck is sick of hypotheticals, and yet he can’t stop thinking in them. “Don’t do that,” Eddie says softly, squeezing Buck’s knee. “Stop trying to think of a way this could have been avoided. You did everything right.”

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[divinemissem13]

@flufftober day 9: “Don’t do that” “But…”

CW: dead bodies and the Hindenburg disaster. You know, fluff 🤷🏼‍♀️

[zsbrainrot]

Little Langa Redraw for Day 9 of @flufftober 🩵

The prompt for today was “… at first sight” so naturally I thought of him.

[thekingofthenameless]

Day 9: “Don’t do that!” - “But…”

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Length: 2.3K

Cws/Tws: Mild allusions to traumatic past events and fear because of them, and a small mention of an implied accusation of something going on with an animal that isn’t normal.

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Charlie:

When he opens his eyes, Merlin’s still asleep. His companion’s hands are loosely wrapped around his muzzle, face and body relaxed in rest, breaths soft and uninterrupted. He carefully watches his father for several minutes, to make sure that his face doesn’t tighten, that his body doesn’t become rigid, that distressed noises don’t slip out of his mouth. When he’s satisfied that no nightmares are occurring (at least for now), he allows his mind to drift. He doesn’t want to admit it yet, but things have been… nice, lately. Nobody cares about Merlin’s eyes (because while he thinks they’re beautiful, they’re so unsettling to others), that he’s a massive dragon. No one’s given them shit about being so bonded. Kenna… well, it’s incredibly clear (to him, at least) that she’s in love with his familiar, but hopefully her feelings will pass without any resentment. Mordecai and Ella are both nice, even if their affection in public without Catherine around is rather… much. He fully agrees with Merlin on that matter. He lifts his gaze, looking around. Their little house is the perfect size for the two of them, and they’re slowly starting to make it theirs. Merlin stirs, stretching (as much as he can with his head on his chest, anyway) before opening his eyes. His father’s face blooms into the sweet, sleepy smile he adores, and he smiles back. Gentle hands reach up to scratch him, and he purrs and leans into the touch. “How long were you awake?” Merlin mumbles, voice rough. “Not long,” he replies, nuzzling his father’s soft, warm chest when the hands retreat. Then he moves away to let Merlin actually get up, climbing off the bed and stretching. Merlin watches him, fondness so clear on his face, before he removes his bonnet and stands. He knows his father’s routine, so he doesn’t bother looking, laying his head on his paws and closing his eyes. He knows that Merlin changes out of his night clothes, using his lotion before putting on his socks; then it’s his black tunic and pants, saving his boots for last. He knows that afterwards, he reaches up to take down his locs, retrieving his bottle of rose water after walking over to the dressing table. He knows the sunlight now streaming in the window makes the glass glitter before his familiar opens it, using his magic to make it a mist that he applies to his hair. He knows that Merlin massages it into his scalp, continuing down until he reaches the ends of his locs. Then he puts the lid back on the bottle, tying his hair up. He knows. He knows. Everything is fine. So why can’t he shake the feeling that something will go wrong? That this will all come crashing down? His father’s footsteps come closer; then soft hands are cupping his face, and was he really that lost in thought? “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Merlin asks quietly, voice gentle as he begins to stroke his cheek. “I’m afraid,” he replies, opening his eyes, just as quiet. Merlin nods, sitting next to him, taking his head into his arms. He doesn’t ask why, because he knows, and silence settles over them as they both retreat into the memories that haunt them both. “We can at least try to enjoy this,” his familiar finally says softly. “Even if it doesn’t last.” He nods slowly, closing his eyes and taking in his father’s scent. The rose water mingles with the lavender lotion; the vanilla from his old books spreads to him. “I love you,” he murmurs through their bond, not wanting to ruin this by speaking aloud. “I love you too.” He savors the contact for a few moments more. Then he pulls away, standing up, and Merlin follows his lead. His father gives him one last comforting touch when he bends his head, placing his left hand on his chest, his right on his cheek. Soft lips brush against his muzzle, with another whispered “I love you”.

A knock on the door makes him look downstairs, and Merlin follows his gaze before looking back at him with a silent question. He shrugs, since he doesn’t know all the way up here. It could be anyone from the village… hopefully nothing bad happened. They head downstairs, Merlin laying a gentle hand on his right shoulder. He stays behind his father, further back in the room, as he opens the door to reveal Mordecai and Ella, who both smile at them. “Where have you two been?” Ella teases, and relief floods through him. Nothing bad happened. Everything is fine. “We lost track of time,” Merlin replies, covering for him, even if it is technically true. “Is there something happening we didn’t know about?” “No,” Mordecai responds, amused. “You’re just usually in the village earlier.” His father shrugs, uncaring, turning to look at him and ushering him forward with a simple gaze. The Cliftons move aside to let him through the doorway, and gentle hands find him again after they shut the door and lock it. It doesn’t take long for them to arrive in the square. The children are already running around and playing, their parents talking to each other. Catherine spots them first, an excited grin that shows her lost tooth spreading onto her face. She runs towards them, hugging Ella’s leg, then Mordecai’s, as tightly as she can. “Hi, Merlin! Hi Charlie!” She says cheerfully, letting her father go. The other children follow her, and soon they’re surrounded by eager faces. They haven’t been taught to fear dragons yet, and while he certainly doesn’t mind that, he feels… strange. He looks at his father for help, because he’ll easily admit he has no idea how to interact with children anymore. Not that he ever did, really. Even Merlin is small compared to him, and they’re nearly straight from their mother’s wombs. Being gentle is an obvious, important thing, but how does he not feel awkward about it? “What do you need?” Merlin asks, feeling his gaze without turning to look, Mordecai and Ella having started a conversation about the upcoming harvest while they both listen. He isn’t listening as much, but still. “Do you have any advice for… this?” He responds, wishing he could gesture at the situation without looking odd. “Whenever they finish, I’ll give you a hand, sweetheart.” “Thank you,” he says gratefully, hoping they’ll be done soon. “Charlie,” Ella abruptly says, making them both look at her. “Do you mind staying here with the children?” “For how long?” He asks, sharing a glance with his father. “It’s just while the adults talk.” “I am an adult,” he mutters, divided being between annoyed and confused, but no one besides Merlin pays him any mind, who gives him a sympathetic look. “I can put up a fight if you want to me to,” his familiar says softly, and while he knows Merlin willingly would, isn’t just saying it to soothe him… “No, it’s all right. I’ll live. It’s best not to cause trouble so soon.”

His father doesn’t look entirely sure, but he nods, reaching up to stroke his shoulder before walking away with the Cliftons, to the other adults in the square. Then he’s alone with the children, who are staring up at him with bright eyes, and he’s even more lost than before. Maybe he could just… sit down? They’ll want to pet him, won’t they? Deciding that’s the best course of action, he does. He’s immediately swarmed as they come closer, but none of them reach out just yet. Catherine, the boldest, does after a moment. Tiny hands slowly pet his muzzle, with far less confidence than his father, because even if she is brave for her age, and they aren’t scared of dragons yet, he’s still something they’ve never interacted with before. The touch is… nice, through. Soft purrs emerge from his chest, which make them giggle. Encouraged, the others come closer, stroking his sides. None of them touch his wings, possibly thinking that part of his body is forbidden. He almost melts into a puddle under the gentle touches, but before he closes his eyes fully, he sees Kenna approaching Merlin and the others. He watches her to make sure she doesn’t do anything, but she only stands next to them without interrupting the conversation, with what can only be described as a lovestruck expression on her face, ugh. When she senses his gaze after a few moments, she gives him a small smile that… doesn’t seem entirely genuine. He doesn’t want to smile back, but at the same time he doesn’t want to appear rude… “Charlie?” John asks, drawing his attention away. “Hm?” He pauses when the boy suddenly sits on his leg, reclining on his chest, but it isn’t bad, only something he’s not used to. “Dragons have hoards, don’t they?” The boy asks, staring up at him curiously. “Yes, they do,” he responds, wondering why he’s being asked this. Maybe as the resident dragon around, he’s considered the expert? “Where’s yours, then?” Oh, that’s an easy answer. However… his hoard’s too far away for him to easily access, and he isn’t going to dislodge the child who just sat on him. His only hope is his hoard coming closer. “Well, I could show you, but unfortunately, I have to wait for my hoard to come back.” “Why?” Deborah queries, still petting his side. “John just sat on me,” he replies, amused. “I can’t exactly move.” “How is your hoard going to come back? Is it not made of treasure?” Catherine comes to sit on his right leg, trapping him even further. “Well, not physical treasure, but that doesn’t matter.” My hoard is everything to me, he wants to add, but then he’d either have to admit to what his hoard is, or confuse them even more. He looks at Merlin again, who’s now been pulled into a conversation by Kenna and the others there, along with the Cliftons still talking to him. His father doesn’t look overwhelmed yet, thank goodness, because he can’t exactly move to get him out of there, or at least support him. “Does Merlin know what your hoard is?” Anna suddenly flops into his side, nearly burying her face in his fur. He lets a purr escape from his throat before he answers. “Yes, he does.” If they keep asking, he might have to answer the mystery before his hoard returns. But then the conversation between the adults ends, whatever it was about besides the harvest, and they start separating. His hoard returns, bright and beautiful and attracting the attention of everyone, ruffling John’s hair before sitting down by his left shoulder, the one unoccupied by tiny hands. He turns to give his hoard a smile. “What is it?” His hoard asks, smiling back. “They want to see what my hoard is.” Merlin just laughs as the children slip off him and watch them both, eager to see the answer. “All right, do your thing.” He bends his head to rub it against Merlin’s chest, marking him with his scent before biting his arm. It’s not nearly enough to hurt his father or even break his skin, only to show what’s his. “Merlin’s your hoard?” Catherine asks. She grins at them, apparently finding them sweet. “But he’s a human!” John protests, not understanding.

“He’s everything to me,” he responds when he lets go, purring when Merlin strokes his cheek with his free hand. “And a dragon’s hoard is made up of whatever’s most dear to them.” “Charlie, what are you doing?” Kenna suddenly asks, and he’s barely able to contain his startled reaction, too focused on everyone near him to notice anyone else coming towards them. “What do you mean?” He asks warily, hoping that his fear wasn’t right, that they weren’t going to start getting shit for simply being affectionate to each other. “This,” she replies, gesturing at them. When he looks at Merlin, he isn’t able to meet his gaze due to him looking at Kenna. It’s still easy to see that his father’s face has become neutral, wary, just like him. “Is uncouth, and you could hurt him. Don’t do that.” “But… I’m just showing affection,” he wants to respond. Words fail him, however, refusing to leave his mouth. “Do what?” Merlin asks for him, dropping his hand. His voice is calm, except for the undercurrent of annoyance that only he can probably hear. “I’m fine, Kenna. He’s only showing affection.” “It doesn’t seem like it.” Her tone is stubborn, and the children watch with wide eyes, unsure of which side to take. His father looks ready to say something petty, bright eyes subtly narrowing. So much for not causing trouble unless he quashes the words. “Dragons show affection differently,” he answers instead. “It’s not like they have hands.” She stares down at them both, almost seeming to assess the way they’re intertwined. But that doesn’t make any sense, does it? Is she jealous? That would be a completely foolish view to have of their relationship. Merlin’s his father, first and foremost, and the thought of viewing him as anything sexual makes disgust crawl over his body. Merlin doesn’t even want anyone romantically, besides that. He never will. She leaves without another word, but not before her face hardens, leaving them to process what just happened. After a few moments, Catherine reaches up to stroke his shoulder again, more confident than before. “That wasn’t very nice of her.” “It’s fine,” he and Merlin unintentionally say in unison, not wanting to start a discussion about that. Aloud, anyways. “Isn’t it funny how she’s an orc but doesn’t understand that?” He asks, tone admittedly being more biting than it should. Merlin telepathically hums in agreement, reaching up to stroke his cheek again. “Hopefully, she’ll come around. It’s probably strange to see a dragon in the flesh. She’s simply getting used to it.” She’s in love with you, he thinks but doesn’t say. She only thinks I’m a wedge getting in the way. “Everything will be fine,” his father continues, beginning to answer some of Catherine’s questions aloud. He hopes Merlin’s right.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters: Scarlet & Violet | Pokemon Scarlet & Violet Versions Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nemo | Nemona & Pepper | Arven Characters: Nemo | Nemona (Pokemon), Pepper | Arven Additional Tags: Flufftober 2024, Fluff, Sandwich making, slightly reckless knife usage, please do not cut tomatoes like Nemona does Series: Part 9 of Mer's Flufftober Summary:

@flufftober Day 9: "Don't do that!" "But..."

Nemona wanted to make a sandwich, but Arven is concerned with how she handles a knife

[woncon]

Flufftober Day 9

Married at first sight

🍁 jay x gn!reader

🍁 thanks to @wonsheep for helping me fix my grammar mistakes and for giving me advice how to convert a whole story into another language precisely ❣

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The first time Jay met you at Jake's party, he went up to the host, patted him on the shoulder, pointed to you and said, "I'm going to marry them." Back then, Jake laughed in disbelief.

Now, two years later, when you show him the ring you got from Jay in the café, and Jay looks at you lovingly and holds your hand proudly, asking him to be his best man, Jake feels like crying. He squeezes the tears back, congratulates, and of course, accepts the offer. You two look so beautiful together, so determined and happy. He is so happy for you, as well as glad to be part of the event Jay predicted when he first spoke to you.

"So you really are married at first sight," he shakes his head. But a tear escapes. He hadn't expected himself to be so emotional. Jay gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and you hug him. "If you get a divorce, all my trust in love will be shattered."

"That's not likely to happen, calm down."

You look at Jay. In his eyes is the endless promise of eternity.

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[ikaishere]

HEY IKA

ENEMIES AT FIRST SIGHT FOR PROMPT? HOW ABOUT IT? YOU SHOULD INCLUDE SOME GAY AF NINJA MAYBE. PERHAPS AN ARO QUEEN

idk, think about it, or not, your credit card infos mine either way

flufftober day 9!! thats SO WEIRD THAT I HAVE AN ANSWER TO SUCH A WEIRDLY SPECIFIC ASK!!! WOOOOOW!!! anyways! pleased to introduce, for day 9, enemies at first sight, reginn and nocturne!! nocturne was already introduced in the @eternalfrostau, but reginn is a new person!!!! beloved fr fr CREDITS TO @kovacs-on-ice FOR CREATING HER. BELOVED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Flufftober 9th prompt

"... at first sight"

A pet tortoise saw glimmering robe and decided to bite while they were talking.

[inegenly]

@flufftober 2024 day 9: "Don't Do That!" - "But..."

Alex and Penny go on a date. Penny struggles with her feelings about being trans. Alex is actually a human marshmallow.

[ctrsara]

The Ones Left Behind

“Can you get the door for me?” Peter had his arms full, and Tony eyed him critically, hand paused on the knob. “How are you planning to get up there with all that?” “I’m sticky, remember?” “I remember, I just doubt your innate grace, kiddo. Also, it’s cold out there. Don’t stay too long.” Peter rolled his eyes. “I’ve got it. Don’t worry so much.” “Well, hopefully you can offer some comfort. I don’t doubt your skills in that area, at least,” he said with a smile. “Thanks. Hopefully he’ll talk to me.”

This one's a little different. I hope you enjoy it, and that wherever you are, you're getting some glorious fall weather! We're just finally cooling down a little here, and I'm so excited!

@comfortember 3. Leaves Changing, 4. Warmth, 5. Treehouse, 9. Aftermath, alt 5. Colors @flufftober 17: Encouraging Someone to Reach a Goal Cozytober 6. Cool rainy days 8. The slight smell of smoke in the air