#first fluffvember entry!

[purpleqilinwrites]

apple cake.

a/n: i missed writing childe, so here i am again! i don't what it is, but he's so very fun to write.

fandom: genshin impact

character: childe

genre: general

info: established relationship (you are childe's friend); this takes place pre-canon timeline; children being rowdy; childe's real name is used here

warnings: -

synopsis: as always, getting put in time-out is his fault.

word count: 1.0k

fluff-vember prompt: get-along sweater

fluff-vember 2023 masterlist is here.

Childe

You slapped at Ajax's cheek.

He yelped more out of indignation that you had hit him than pain, and he fixed you with a glare, his brows knitting together. Your mother was already out of sight, so it meant that you could "act like a hooligan".

You jabbed a finger in the direction of his cheek, returning his stink eye in kind. "It's all your fault!" you said, your volume in between a whisper and a shout, still mindful of the fact that you were banished upstairs with him as a form of punishment. "They knew 'cause you had crumbs on your stupid face!"

Ajax stuck his tongue out at you and made a farting noise with his mouth. You made a move to catch the wiggling muscle, thumb and index finger readied. He ducked your hand to the best of his ability, which dragged you along with the suddenness of his movement.

At the threat of losing your balance and then falling, you scrambled to push Ajax under you so that he would hit the floor first. There was the sound of both your bodies dully thudding against the carpet that softened the impact. Your shoulder and hip throbbed in protest to the fall, and you remembered your cousin's advice as you pinched the bridge of your nose to keep yourself from crying.

There was no way that Ajax would let you forget it if you cried in front of him because of a little fall.

You elbowed his back, yelling at him to mask the beginnings of a sniffle. Ajax thrashed about in preparation to return the blow, and you elbowed him again in an attempt to make him stop moving. The already stretched neckline of the sweater that you had been forced to share with him for time-out was digging into your neck, and it was all because he kept flailing about like an earthworm that had been cut in half.

"S-Stop!"

Ajax was on his belly now, not quite facing you yet. "No, you stop! You!" he said, his spit landing warm on your chin. You grimaced, moving your hand from your nose to scrub his saliva off your face.

"You're ew," you said, still frowning.

Ajax made another farting noise with his mouth, before he began mocking your words with an overly exaggerated imitation of your voice. You stuck a hand between the sweater and your neck, tugging backwards with as much force as you could manage with the rest of your arm uncomfortably trapped inside the washed out fabric.

"Your neck is red," Ajax said, poking at your skin along a line that felt particularly tender.

You swatted him away with your other hand, and this time, you were the one sticking your tongue out. Just for a second, before he could think to try and pinch it like you tried earlier on.

"If you keep frowning, Barbatos will kiss you and you'll frown forever!" he said, shoving at your forehead with the fleshy part of his palm.

"So? Then I'll frown forever!" you said, doing to Ajax what had been done to you. Maybe if you could stretch this old sweater to the point that it ripped—

This time, he did not repay the shove in kind. Ajax was quiet for a moment, so you waited, still thinking about ruining this sweater but not daring to act upon the temptation. You wanted to avoid getting punished for another thing. "Then who'll want to marry you?" he asked. "No one likes angry-looking people!"

You made a farting noise at him, still frowning. "I don't care," you said.

Ajax was moving unnecessarily again, so you jerked on the neckline of the sweater to keep it from digging in once more. He seemed not to notice your discomfort, so he continued tossing about until he was lying on his side and facing you.

"Okay, fine," Ajax said, sighing. You harrumphed, because you felt like you deserved to say those words to him more. "If no one wants to marry you, I'll do it."

He made it sound like an absolute chore. As though the prospect of marrying you was worse than cleaning out the village horse stables by himself. Your ire burned in your cheeks, tightening the muscles of your jaw.

"I don't like to marry you, Ajax," you said. "You smell sweaty and you're bad at counting."

It was Ajax's turn to be insulted, a gasp escaping him at your honest – though slightly overplayed to discredit him – assessment of him. His annoyance pleased you, but you refused to let it show. Instead, you bit on the inside of your cheek to let it sting a little. Just enough to keep your lips pinched to prevent you from grinning.

"You can marry me for my Mama's apple cake!" he said, his eyes wide and his smile content. He spoke as though he was offering you a solution to all your life's troubles. Like waiting for this time-out to be declared over by an old person so that you could rejoin the other kids playing board games downstairs and eat some of the apple cake Ajax's mother made.

It was the most famous apple cake in your village. In the whole of Snezhnaya, even.

You felt some saliva gathering in your mouth at the memory of the few mouthfuls you managed to steal an hour earlier, and you cleared your throat loudly so that he would not hear you swallow it. The apple cake made by Ajax's mother was the most famous apple cake because she made it best. Even better than your own mother, but you would never say it out loud.

His smile seemed to grow, and you knew he could tell you were seriously considering his offer. You huffed, feeling like you betrayed yourself even if there was no such thing as a person who could turn down an extremely tasty slice of apple cake.

"I still don't like to marry you," you said, wrinkling your nose in displeasure when you imagined yourself having to hold Ajax's hand and then act like the closeness brought you joy. "But maybe I like to marry your brother."

[quiet-compassion]

OFMD Fluffvember Day 13: Bathing/Showering

(If my last entry was too serious for you, don't worry. This may be one of the most lighthearted things I've ever written.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51713587

“Edward, I think you’re being very unreasonable about this.”

Stede stands with his hands on his hips and what he’s man enough to admit is a pout on his face. Ed sighs from the other end of the captain’s cabin where he’s been packing supplies and personal effects into a large trunk.

“I really don’t think I am, mate,” he replies, eyebrows raised. “Look, space is limited, not just in the new place but on the dinghies bringing us there. We don’t have room for that kind of luxury—”

“Luxury?!” Stede repeats in disbelief. Fortunately for him, Lucius chooses that moment to walk down the hall past their open door. Stede calls out to him, eager to have an ally in this debate. 

“Lucius! Could you come here a moment?” The man in question reluctantly appears in the doorway, arms crossed in annoyance.

“What?” he asks, shortly.

Unperturbed by Lucius’ less-than-helpful tone, Stede barrels on. “Would you please tell Ed that bringing the bathtub with us is not a luxury but in fact an essential?”

Lucius raises an eyebrow. “Why do you get to take the tub?”

Stede scoffs indignantly. “Well, for one thing, it’s mine!”

Ed interjects while Lucius rolls his eyes. “Okay Stede, enlighten us both. How do you propose we move a large, heavy, metal tub off the ship, into a small wooden rowboat, and over the surf to shore?”

Stede begins to retort before fully allowing Ed’s question to penetrate the bluster of his outrage. He pauses. “Well, um…”

“Point to Ed,” Lucius says, tipping his head in Ed’s direction. “Guess we’ll just have to keep it on board.”

“Hang on a moment!” he huffs defiantly. “There’s got to be some way of transporting it effectively.”

Ed fixes him a look that is equal parts exasperation and adoration. “Babe, you’re an outside-the-box thinker. And your wacky ideas are one of the things I love best about you, you know that. But this might be a bridge too far.”

Stede throws up his hands, refusing to allow himself to be softened by Ed casually saying that he loves him, and in front of Lucius no less. “Alright! And what do you propose we do as far as bathing is concerned?”

“Well, we are bringing the washbasin with us, of course. And, you know, we’ll be living like 50 feet from the ocean.”

It’s an annoyingly salient point, but Stede refuses to concede. “We’re striving to run an inn. What kind of respectable, first-class establishment would ask its patrons to bathe in the sea?!”

Ed laughs. “Let’s focus on getting the roof patched and actual guest rooms built before we worry about washroom accommodations. We can get another tub down the line, once we have a place to put it.”

“But it won’t be as nice as this one!” Stede protests petulantly. “This one’s big enough for two!”

The look Ed gives him at that is one of complete surprise and mischievous delight. “Why, Captain Bonnet!”

“OKAY!” Lucius exclaims, from the doorway. Stede honestly forgot he was here. “That’s it, I’m out!”

He turns on his heel, closing the cabin door behind him. Stede turns back towards Ed to find him grinning at him, eyebrows waggling teasingly.

“Oh hush,” Stede grumbles, blushing. Ed lets out a bark of gleeful laughter.

“Listen, if that was your reason for wanting to bring the tub, you should have led with that.” He crosses the room towards Stede, shoulders shimmying provocatively.

Stede shrugs. “Well, it’s not the only reason.”

“It’s the best one.”

He can’t help but smile at that, looking up at Ed through his eyelashes. “I just figured, these first few weeks are going to be a lot of hard work, aren’t they? We’re bound to be all sore and achy from all the manual labor of fixing up a house. It’d be nice to be able to have a soak.”

Ed gives a sympathetic hum. “Real forward thinking of you.”

“And that house is going to be so drafty, what with the roof in disrepair and the windows broken. We ought to have a reliable way of warming ourselves up,” Stede says breathily, heart rate picking up speed as Ed leans further into his personal space.

“Very practical,” Ed agrees, voice low.

“Besides,” Stede goes on, voice rumbling, “we won’t really have a proper bed, will we? Not at first. So, yes, it had crossed my mind that the tub might be a good alternative spot to relax together.”

“Mmmm,” Ed purrs, lips centimeters from Stede’s ear. “Excellent creative problem-solving. But you know, we do still have a proper bed. For a little while longer.”

Stede glances towards the bed in question and says in faux surprise, “Why look at that! We absolutely do.”

…

“This is ridiculous!” Jim exclaims from their place pulling the rope leveraging the bathtub up and over the side of the ship. “Helping you guys with the trunks was one thing, but come on.”

“Yeah, isn’t it just gonna sink once we get it down to the water?” Pete asks.

“It’s not going in the water,” Roach huffs out, pulling on his portion of the rope. “Captain says to put it in one of the dinghies.”

“But it’ll take up all the space! How will we row it to shore?” 

Stede calls up from one of the said dinghies already floating next to the ship. “I’ve tied these two together! We’ll row this one and tow the tub’s boat behind us.”

“Christ, that’ll take ages,” Wee John groans.

“Yeah, good luck with that guys. Cause, you know, with my back and all…” Lucius shrugs, shaking his head.

“But why are we doing all this for a bathtub?” Pete questions, wearing a baffled expression.

“Trust me, guys,” Ed says as he helps lift the tub. “It’s essential.”

[edandstede]

Tender Lovin' Care by allineedisaquill on Ao3

Ed/Stede, Post-Canon, Rated E for explicit sex. Summary: Ed and Stede are in their innkeepers era - who knows how it will go, but they'll go there together. One linear story with each chapter filling a prompt for OFMD Fluffvember 2023! Check out their Twitter here.

Now Days 1-7 are complete, I thought I'd do my first Tumblr update for my Fluffvember entry! Please consider leaving a comment or kudos if you enjoy it, and/or send me an ask about it! Cheers! :-)

[cafedanslanuit]

♡   f l u f f v e m b e r   2 0 2 0   ♡

this year i decided to participate in fluffvember! since i participated in kinktober as well, my goal for this event is to work on one full-length fic per week to be able to fulfil every single prompt. this means more time to edit them and also longer pieces ~ so, i present to you my official fluffvember masterlist! hope you like these ideas as much as i liked planning them.

♡ schedule  -  every wednesday of november

♡ taglist  -  open! just reply to this post and i’ll add you c:

♡ notes  -   i’ve decided to use a gender neutral reader for all the entries in this event <3

w e e k   1  —  kageyama tobio   |   long distance relationship

getting into a relationship with kageyama was close to impossible, that you knew. nevertheless, that didn’t stop you from developing feelings for him and eventually becoming more than friends. he was constantly training and didn’t have a lot of time to spend by your side, but once kageyama found himself remembering your laugh on his way home, he decided to do whatever it took to make the relationship work.

w e e k   2  —  takami keigo   |   slow dancing

you knew it wasn’t going to be a normal relationship. the fact he hadn’t even asked the question already confirmed your suspicions. but every once in a while, keigo pulled out date nights that made you believe maybe you two weren’t doomed after all.

w e e k   3  —  kuroo tetsurou   |   first date

it was just a boba date, what could go wrong? apparently, everything or highschool student kuroo tetsurou finds a way to epically mess up his first date with you.

w e e k   4  —  shinsou hitoshi   |   friends to lovers

your friends throw you the best birthday party you’ve ever had. just before you open the presents, they suggest you try to guess who each gift is from. a lot of laughs later, ones of the presents catches your eye for its tenderness and care, but everyone denies being the ones behind the idea. filled with curiosity, you set out to discover who seemed to know you better than you knew yourself.

psa!  -  plots may slightly change before posting.

[shotorozu]

fluffvember day 5 — skincare nights

yaoyorozu momo

“is it supposed to be cooling?”

legend : [Y/N = your name] f! reader that uses they/them pronouns, reader has a quirk that makes them produce snowstorms, thus why they have dry skin 🧎‍♂️

notes : i didn’t post my fluffvember entry for yesterday bc i was working on my modules i had to submit 🧍 anyway, expect more haikyuu to come out (if you write for haikyuu, feel free to give me writing tips for certain characters :))

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YOUR GIRLFRIEND MOMO was shocked to hear that you use dove soap on your face, and only that. you might’ve passed it off as a overreaction, but you wouldn’t be so mad.

“y-you use dove, and only dove?” she asks, clearly apalled. you’re sitting in the common room, and all the other 1-A girls are talking about what they do to their skin.

“is it too much?” you ask, taken a little bit back by her sudden reaction. jirou shakes her head

“nooo,” jirou shakes her head, “in fact- it might just be not enough. and, isn’t dove a body soap?”

“hm, yeah. but it’s worked for me for the majority of my life.” you reply, not so concerned to the fact that you only use dove soap.. and nothing else.

it’s just her nature to be worried, and even more so that she was practicay surrounded by money her entire life. she’s not used to the simpler life style so to speak.

you’re aware she means no ill intent, as she’s dragging you into her room, plopping you on her bed— and taking out a box of skincare.

“this is too excessive, is it not?” you chuckle when she starts checking bottles and reading labels.

“hmm i don’t think so.” she’s preparing a cleanser, and she pours a small amount onto her clean hand. “you don’t even use moisturizer! do you know how bad that is?”

you hum, as she lathers the cleanser onto your face. “so that’s why my face has been dry?”

“Y/N,” she sighs, as she brings you to the sink in the bathroom— “your quirk makes your skin drier, given that it’s quite the cold quirk, you’d probably need a lot of hydrating products.”

it’s not that you don’t like skincare, it’s just that you haven’t thought of it. it’s not something you’d think you’d invest on.

but, momo seems excited— ebony colored eyes shimmering (she almost looks like a cute little puppy) as she explains the next product.

“—oh and, if it helps, i could do everything with you.” she offers, and.. why not?

“sure thing momo,” you smile, and she disappears into the bathroom momentarily, the sound of the sink running is the only sound that echoes in her room.

she comes out, face slightly damp— and she moves on to apply a toning serum onto your face (you’re not so sure what it does but.. it feels nice.)

she’s pulling back your hair so it wouldn’t get into the mask, and she’s smeering a mask onto your face, the faint smell of the mask filling in your senses— it’s quite oddly satisfying.

“is it supposed to be cooling?” you ask, the cooling feeling of the mask pressing onto your skin. she looks at you, her hair pulled back as she finished layering her mask on.

“hmm yeah, it’ll be like that for the first minute or so.” your jet black haired girlfriend hums, scooching closer to you.

it’s silent for a moment, and you’re just resting your read onto her chest. the sounds of her consistent heart beat calms you down (occasionally, it would skip a few beats when you look up at her. you don’t comment on it.)

“i wonder how dove did that to your face,” momo mutters. she looks like she’s holding back the urge to bring her palm to her face. but she realizes that your skin is covered in a facial mask.

she sounds genuinely amazed. “isn’t dove like a body soap? that would’ve been bad in the long run.”

you chuckle, and bring her hand to your lips— kissing the back of her hand. “i love your concern, but it’s always been that way.” you chuckle, hearts practically burning in your eyes

“i think you’re beautiful, Y/N. dove soap or not.” you laugh softly, and she gives the warmest smile— the same smile that just makes you want to go down on your knees and worship the ground.

“oh and,” you wince, and she looks concerned “this burns.”

momo gasps, “you should’ve told me!” she picks you up and runs to the bathroom, and you’re laughing nearly into hysterics due to her cute reaction.

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing.

do not plagiarize my work :))

[phenyxsnest]

Elbows Down, Pinkies Up, That’s The Way You Sip My Cup

After Snufkin finds a tin of tea in his bag he brought back for Snorkmaiden from his travels (as a friend, he doesn't have a crush, what are you talking about My) he goes searching for her to hand it over and finds himself drawn into his big sister's tea party.

Fluffvember Day 20: Flower crowns | Everything's better with Tea

  Snufkin was rummaging in his bag for his tackle box when he found the little tin.

He stared at it for a moment blankly, tail lashing – he didn't carry many extras along with him (despite himself, ones from Moomin and Snorkmaiden and his sister had snuck in, bits of seashell and letters mostly, as well as practical things from Moominmamma and Moominpappa, like the expanded first aid kit and a better notebook and travel writing kit) so finding one was a disconcerting sensation.

Snufkin carefully twisted the little tin open and remembered as soon as the fragrance hit him.

Snorkmaiden was in love with the idea of tea, of the pretty tea party and the ritual around the drink, so when he'd found a tea seller during his travels, Snufkin had listened to the urge to stop and look.

This tea, a floral sort of blend, a blend Snufkin hadn't tried before and he was sure they didn't have in Moomin Valley, had smelled like a Snorkmaiden sort of tea to him. So much so that he could picture her when he smelled it, the first thing to come to mind. He'd said as much when the shopkeeper asked what had put that smile on his face, and Snufkin had found himself leaving with a present of the tea, “for your girlfriend, that she could put such a look on your face just with being reminded of her.”

It still made him blush to think of it.

Okay, so maybe had had a bit of a soft spot for Snorkmaiden...and a bigger one for Moomin.

...okay, it was more than a bit of a soft spot for them both, if the entries and poetry in his notebook meant anything. It didn't mean he needed called out for it.

He did that to himself often enough, and knew how futile letting the feelings grow were. Enough that he cared for them, and knew they cared for him in return. Wishing for more was as practical as wishing for the stars.

Snufkin slipped the tin into his pocket and left the tent. May as well find Snorkmaiden and give it to her. No reason to make a big deal over it. That would make it seem...more than what it was. It was just something he'd found on his travels that made him think of Snorkmaiden. Nothing big. Nothing to read into.

...he could hear Little My and his parents laughing at him, Joxter giving him that look that said he was going to try and find a time to talk to his son later (something Snufkin had successfully avoided until now), and shoved the thought aside. Not thinking about it. Not today.

Now, where could Snorkmaiden be this fine day?

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