#fluffbruary2023

[baubeautyandthegeek]

The Comfort Of A Friend - Clarissa Dovey/Leonora Lesso

A/N: The last fic for day 27 of @fluffbruary​

“A friend?” Leonora sounds… surprised. She’s not used to kindness, not yet, but she is growing annoyingly fond of Clarissa Dovey. Clarissa who laughs like it’s easy, who is gentle and warm and everything she’s not… and wants to be friends. “I suppose I could… tolerate that.” Clarissa smiles, giggling a little and Leonora allows her own smile to touch her lips before fading. They will be friends. It will be enough. She will make it be enough. She does like that she may get a friend even if she won’t ever get to be Clarissa’s beloved. It’s still enough.

[fluffbruary]

A 2023 Ao3 collection for your Fluffbruary creations is here! (Also, very belatedly, one for 2022 works should you want to go back to add them!)

You can find the 2023 collection here and the 2022 collection here. We are happy to reblog your tagged fluffy creations on Tumblr, but we’re leaving it to creators to decide whether or not to add their creations to the Ao3 collections. The collections will never be made private.

Bring on the fluff!

[every-marveler-ever]

The Same Way Astronomers Trace The Stars

Fluffbruary Day 2 | @fluffbruary | Trace

IronStrange Bingo Round 3 | 🏥 @ironstrangebingo | Scars

masterlist :: (ao3 link)

RATING: Teen. WARNING(S): Mention of a car crash, implied depression.

A/N: I hope this counts as fluff, I thought it did so I’m counting it because the idea of Stpehen and Tony tracing each other's scars is the only thing I could think of for this prompt. 

The ways Stephen Strange has dealt with not being able to sleep over the years, and why it's changed. | Stephen Strange/Tony Stark

fluffbruary 2023 | isb 🏥 round 3

There are times at night when it becomes increasingly more difficult for Stephen Strange to sleep. When he was alone it used to be that he would decide to get up and take a walk, read a book, or play the piano. When he was a doctor he wouldn’t sleep in general and so he would just do another surgery, pretend that he had just woken up when his pager would buzz and walk into the OR ready. 

After the car crash when his scars first appeared and his hands struggled,  it became that sleep was all he could do and if he couldn’t do that he would just lay there and pretend that he was doing surgery. Moving into the penthouse it was much of the same, even with Tony clinging onto him like a koala he would sit there and pretend to or astral project.

It never seem to be that Tony noticed, but it was just that the man was, Stephen’s boyfriend would be a hypocrite if he judged somebody else's sleep schedule, Stephen had helped Tony improve his own. 

Tony noticed and Stpehen realised when they began to trace each other's scar, running hands over each other's bodies. Shared scars, individuals and all in between. Easy to be near each other and when they get married Tony puts it in their vows that he will trace Stephen’s scars the same way astronomers trace the stars.

Stephen cries and it’s beautiful. From then on he sleeps peacefully at night with Tony beside him.

Cards:

[sliebman10]

Ignite

Parvati wasn't sure how Lavender did it, but she always managed to ignite her desire in seemingly simple ways. A hand on her thigh, a kiss to the back of her neck, a look and a raised eyebrow promising…things.

Tonight, she'd snuck up behind Parvati while she'd been directing the dirty dinner dishes with her wand and hugged her from behind. Parvati stopped what she was doing, waiting to see what Lavender would do. She slid her hands down the backs of Parvati's leg and she turned around to kiss Lavender, the dishes forgotten. Her lips were soft and insistent.

@fluffbruary

@hpsaffics (bingo squares: m rated, established relationship)

[companionwolf]

Fluffbruary fill #1

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Prompt: 15. Radio + vague + tent

Fandom: XCOM 2; 'What if Central rescued the Commander before they got tanked?' AU

Rating: PG

Warnings: N/A

Word count: 395

They lay in the dark of the tent supplied by the Reapers, the Commander on a rickety cot, Central on the cold ground.

Distantly somewhere outside a radio plays, vague sounds of a news report. The Commander does their best not to listen; they can't take the constant reminder of their failures. 

They turn over and sit up so that they're looking down at their central officer, who's in the soldier pose with his eyes shut. For a moment, they just admire his form, run their eyes over him, assure themselves he's there. 

"Central?" they ask finally.

He grunts but otherwise doesn't respond.

"Central, I'm cold," the Commander says, and it's more whiny than they expect, more childish and small than they'd hoped to reveal. 

"What do you want me to do about it?" His voice rasps with sleep, and he still doesn't move, doesn't even open his eyes. 

They swallow hard. "Would-- would you--"

The Commander can't spit it out. But they don't seem to have to; Central's getting up, clambering onto the cot beside them, grumbling that he's going to fall off. 

They lie there in silence for a few moments, back to back, before Central asks, "Are you going to warm up or not?" He's twisting around to face them now, opening his arms. 

"O-oh," says the Commander, and timidly slides into the space he's offering. Central's arm comes down, pulls them a little closer to him.

The Commander fumbles for the blanket, pulling it over the both of them. His breath is in their hair, their breath against his chest.

The Commander shivers. 

"You're still cold?" He sounds incredulous. 

"No, I'm ok," they say. "I just--" They hesitate. "We shouldn't do this." 

Central shrugs. "Not like anyone whose opinion matters is around anymore," he says. "It's fine."

"What about the Reapers?"

"I don't think they care either way," he says, visibly fighting back a yawn.

"Are you sure?" 

And he laughs, and the Commander wants to live in that, in this warmth. 

"I'm sure," he says. "Try to get some sleep, would you?" 

"Okay," they say, very softly.

Soon enough, they are almost asleep, on the edge of dreams, so they aren't sure it's real, but...

Central gingerly plants a kiss on their forehead. The Commander sighs contentedly.

The world outside might be fucked, but here, right now, it's all okay.

[annaofthenorthernlights]

My home is with you

@fluffbruary

This is a daily prompt fic-work for fluffbruary2023!

Rules: Bring on the fluff!

Fandom: Frozen (canon divergent) Pairing: Agnar/Iduna

general rating: T/(M) (tagged accordingly)

Day 2 - prompt: memory on AO3

Please be gentle - it´s a rather crazy idea and my first go on Agduna in my very own style... fluff guaranteed!

[baubeautyandthegeek]

The Intelligent Look - Olivia Benson/Alex Cabot

A/N: Fluffy stuff for @fluffbruary​ Day 16. 

“Glasses Liv?” “What…?” “You need glasses babe.” “Look who’s talking…” “At least I wear mine.” Alex is smirking and Olivia sighs, accepting defeat. She does need glasses, she just knows there’s no way she’ll look anywhere near as good as Alex does and always has when she wears her glasses. She still accepts the need for them but when she comes home with them on, she doesn’t expect the smile and kiss that follow. “You look gorgeous Liv.” “You think?” “Yeah. Suits you… all intelligence and beauty.” “Flirt.” Liv teases, smiling all the same. Maybe, just maybe, needing glasses won’t be so bad.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Nice Recovery - Alex Cabot/Casey Novak

A/N: Fluff for day 18 of @fluffbruary​ .

“How is it… the recovery?” “Not easy.” Casey mutters the words, her sigh soft when Alex pulls her closer. She hates this, hates being small and fragile, but she does love being in Alex’s arms. She feels safe here, even when she’s still seeing stars, still tired and nervous. “I’m sorry… if I hadn’t had to leave…” “Then he’d have beaten you up instead.”

Casey mutters, leans and kisses Alex.

“Recovery sucks, but at least I have you.”

She means the words, Alex knows and she smiles softly as she kisses Casey again.

“You always will.”

“Good.”

Casey teases.

“I’ve missed you, missed this.”

“Never again Babe, never.”

Alex promises, smiling when Casey huffs softly and nestles closer.

“Just rest.”

[baubeautyandthegeek]

The Eye Of The Beholder - Clarissa Dovey/Leonora Lesso

A/N: Day 26 of @fluffbruary​ begins.

She had never once dared believe she could be beautiful. Strong, scary, smart perhaps but not beautiful, so when Clarissa Dovey looked at her like she was beautiful it was a surprise. Pleasant. Of course, most things Dovey did were pleasant, but still a surprise. Dovey had asked her to join her for a walk and Lesson agreed lightly, better to act like it was all normal, but felt hope flutter to life in her chest. Could it be that she would be allowed to be happy? Could she keep Dovey for her very own? She hoped so. She liked feeling beautiful.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Fabric And Failures - Elizabeth James/Chessy

A/N: Final fluff for @fluffbruary​ day 23. 

The first time Chessy noticed Elizabeth was tense was when she started playing with a fabric scrap, shaping it over and over, as if trying to design a tiny dress for a doll. She leaves her be for the moment, putting the kettle on and watching as she settled to work. She always did like watching Elizabeth work, especially now. The woman was shy, that much was true, but she was also loving and kind. “That looks good Beth…” She speaks softly even as she places tea in front of the other woman, smiling when Elizabeth sets the doll down to sip the tea. “Thanks Chess.”

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Walking In Memphis - Elle Greenaway/Emily Prentiss

A/N: Last fic for day 22 of @fluffbruary.  Dedicated to @blackbird-brewster, @criminalmindsgonewrong and @bau-drabbles​ for reminding me that actually, it’s fun to play in the sandbox and tell canon to get lost.

Emily isn’t sure what made her come to Memphis without most of the team, a sudden spree of unsubs going missing felt familiar to her somehow and she knew, she just knew, she would have to do whatever it took to stay safe and not risk the person she was sure it was. Buy them both some time. It's dawn when she finds her. Elle. Elle Greenaway. Elle’s patching herself up in a hotel toilets, flinching when Emily locks them in and she almost sighs as Emily moves closer, accepting the help slightly shyly. “Thanks…” “What made you do it Elle?” The question is soft and Emily knows from the way Elle tenses she expects something more. “Just tell me…” So she does. Elle leads her out after she’s done gathering her things and Emily watches her in the dawning light, noting the way Elle seems lighter already for telling her. The years have been kind, she looks almost exactly the same, her hair is longer again, softer curls, less tangled, but she’s still Elle. The woman she’d known at the academy, the woman Hotch knew he’d chased away. “Come home?” “I can’t… He’d know.” “He… isn’t lead anymore. He’s not in charge.” “Who…” “I am, and we need you.”

[sliebman10]

Breathe

It took awhile after the war for Harry to be able to breathe easily again. He'd been on edge for so long that being able to relax felt foreign.

It was different for George. Every breath he took took him further away from his fallen brother. But when Harry was with him, their shared grief felt lighter. When he held Harry's hand, he could breathe normally.

So he decided he would never let go.

He looked at Harry now, next to him, still holding his hand and took a deep breath. He knew what he wanted, no needed, to ask.

@fluffbruary

[baubeautyandthegeek]

A Bridge Too Far - Alex Cabot/Casey Novak

A/N: Fluff for day 22 of @fluffbruary​ continues.

Casey smiles at the sight of Alex leaning against the side of the bridge, looking down at the water. She’s thinking and thinking deeply, Alex always hides here when she needs time. So she approaches slowly, gives her time and space and smiles when Alex turns to look at her. “You kinda… bolted. I wanted to be sure everything is okay?” “Oh, I’m fine just… Liv always thought…” “Unless she actually proposed what we did back there isn’t exactly a crime?” “She didn’t. I just… didn’t think I’d feel… like that again.” “So I scare you?” “A little… aren’t you scared?” “No. You kinda get used to stupid risks if you date Southerlyn…” “When?” “Years ago… but it’s hard to be scared anymore.”

Casey shrugs.

“Besides, we both know you’d kick my ass if I did something dumb and I kinda need that.”

[every-marveler-ever]

Breathing In Love (Breathing Out Friendship)

Fluffbruary Day 20 | @fluffbruary | Lounge

Marvel Rare Pair Valentine’s Mini Bingo | 💘 @marvelrarepairbingo2022 | "That's what friends are for"

IronStrange Bingo Round 3 | 🏥 @ironstrangebingo | Regency Period

All Caps Bingo Round 1 | 🤷 @allcapsbingo | In Love With Someone Else

masterlist :: (ao3 link)

RATING: Teen. WARNING(S): Possesive Husband

A/N: I know absolutely nothing about the regency period so please take everything I say with a grind of salt. Also, this is a very mix of fluff but it’s definitely not whump (I don’t think) it is certainly different. I enjoyed it all the same and I actually think I like the Peter Quill/Bucky pairing.

Bucky’s not in love with Tony Stark, he refuses to be because he’s about to be married to Peter Quill. Tony loves Stephen Strange and they have the money that makes love more than real. Bucky just needs some air instead. | James 'Bucky' Barnes/Peter Quill, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

fluffbruary 2023 | mrprb 💘 valentines mini bingo | isb 🏥 round 3 | acb 🤷 round 1

Bucky’s not in love with Tony Stark, he refuses to be, that’s unlikable it’s unreasonable to be in love with somebody of a much higher class. Instead, he sits across from his best friend, his hand held into Sir Peter Quill’s hand in the formal lounge.

There are smiles on their individual faces trying to convince one another that this is fine.

“Your house is quite lovely, Sir Quill,” Tony says in that sweetly sickening voice that out of the four of them in the room only Bucky understands. Stephen, Tony’s partner who he actually loves, nods along with his newly wedded husband, “I suspect you must have brought it for such a sum,” Stephen enquires.

The strange thing is now Bucky and Tony are in the same class, they are no longer little kids fighting with dirt and getting told off by their mothers. They are wedded men, the next perfect housewife who doesn’t clean because they have a staff who does that, and they certainly don’t assist their husbands with work because that’s not their job. Instead, they have times like this, drinking champagne and tea, while maids flitter around and collect dessert plates and the mess they leave. 

 Quill smiles at his new groom after only getting down on one knee merely weeks ago, Bucky happily said yes because there wasn’t quite any other way to respond to such a proposal. Peter happily complimented Bucky anyway, “well James had quite a lot to do with it, I wanted to put a pretty roof over his head that he could decorate, he has quite the eye for colour palettes.”

James hears Tony scoff at the way Quill uses his real name and Stephen must hear it too from the way he visually tightens his grip on Tony’s forearm. 

Tony knows that the reason Bucky understand colour is because of his brother's passion for art, the passion Steve never got to pursue because he didn’t get as lucky as Bucky, marrying instead to his wife so they could have a next of kin to continue to support the household needs. A small backyard wedding that Bucky got invited to but never did make it to. 

As Stephen straightens his posture he tries to make it so Tony’s previous mutters mean nothing indecent, “will have to have James over to see what we can do with our humble abode,” the humble abode Stephen talks about is actually Tony’s mansion that was left to him in his parents will, which since marriage is now Stephen’s property. 

Bucky stands up with a smile still on his face because he knows Tony loves Stephen, infatuated still despite Stephen’s protective nature, “I would love that, what are friends for after all.” He plays it off politely kissing Peter’s cheek and grabbing his bag, “I have to pop out to do some things for the house but I hope we do this again.”

With that, he steps out of the lounge room and hastily moves towards the front door once there he sucks in the fresh air and breathes. 

Cards:

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Crystals And Kindness  - Isabella Fitzwilliam/Nancy Birch

A/N: Final fic for @fluffbruary Day 17. A little late Valentines gift for @selkiewife​ .

The first time Nancy touches anything crystal it’s a necklace, Isabella has asked her to help and she smiles even as she settles the gem around Isabella’s neck, smiling at the sigh that escapes Isabella, her voice soft even as she rests her arms around Isabella’s waist. “You could always hide away again…” “No. I agreed to host this… meeting, I owe it to you and your girls to fight.” So she does and Nancy finds herself admiring the way the crystal shimmers at Isabella’s neck, catching the light. Isabella is radiant too, like this, passionate, determined and unafraid. Later Isabella will leave the crystal at her neck, curling happily into Nancy’s lap despite being halfway dressed, lingering over undressing and soaking up all of Nancy’s gentle attention. She is safe, loved and wanted, a change of circumstances for them both but one that is celebrated most in the little things, like the crystal in a ring that Isabella slips onto Nancy’s thumb gently, kissing her palm. “No claims here Love, just a promise to always be here.” It's enough for them both simply to be happy together.

[sliebman10]

Slip

They were tightly entwined on the sofa. Harry wasn't sure where his body ended and George began. George's kisses were all encompassing, always. Harry frequently got lost in them. But now it didn't matter. Neither of them had anywhere else to be.

Panting a little, they came up for air and George leaned his forehead against Harry's. Harry smiled softly at him and leaned back so he could see him better and brushed à piece of his hair back.

He wobbled a little at the end of the sofa and George put his hand on Harry's back. "Careful. Don't slip."

@fluffbruary