#fluffcember day 17

[gregorovitch-adler]

Snowed In

I write this piece of document as 221 Baker Street gets covered in a blanket of snow, as the last month of the year dies.

Holmes and I are both comfortably seated in our armchairs beside the fireplace with thick, warm blankets draped around us.

Writing this document like this is somewhat challenging, to be honest. I carry on with it anyway.

A lit cigar rests between the long and thin lips of my companion.

Holmes' eyes are closed, and all the fine lines on his face have momentarily smoothed out. He looks as though he just left all the problems and worry in the world outside of this room - or even outside of this flat - before stepping in.

A rare sight indeed.

Somehow, all of his carefree energy and attitude - no matter how temporary it is - transfers into me.

I sit back in my chair and let all the heat of the flames coming from the fireplace thoroughly warm me up. A smile slowly spreads across my face of its own accord.

I decide to set aside my piece of paper and try to live in the moment, promising myself to continue with this unfinished document later.

I close my eyes.

Deep down, I do not wish this particular evening to ever come to an end.

***

Prompt: Snowed In by @fluff-cember

Tags: @lisbeth-kk @helloliriels @jamielovesjam @gaylilsherlock @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @topsyturvy-turtely @peanitbear @calaisreno @nowiamcoveredinyou

[aquariusmiller]

cowboy like me

Chapter IV: Snowed In

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x f!reader

Chapter Summary: Snowed into the ski lodge, Joel and you use the time to figure out the push and pull between you.

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: flirting, romantic tension, a tiny bit of swearing, mentions of Joel and reader's pasts, not much because this is mostly good old-fashioned fluff (they are so cute in this onee), slowburn

A/N: This chapter was written for day 17 of @fluff-cember!! I am so excited to share this because the prompts are what inspired me to write in the first place! So I wanna thank the creator so much for that and I hope I did well. Enjoy the fluff (with a bit of angst in the middle because I can't help myself)! :)

Taglist: @mushgloomz (love her and feel free to ask to be on the taglist!)

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song recs: is this love - whitesnake and begin again - taylor swift ("For the first time, what's past is past") (dividers by @cafekitsune)

Joel returns your glance and your eyes lock. The silence is full of unspoken musings. What could transpire out of this? Is your truce from the past patrols solid enough to last you for these few hours? Longer?

First to break it, you stand up and kneel in front of the red brick fireplace of the lodge, looking for leftover firewood. The lodge is getting colder as harsh gusts of the blizzard hit it. Besides, you feel like the fireplace will offer some welcome comfort. There’s not much wood, but there’s some that could work. You take a box of matches out of your jean pocket to try and light it.

Joel comes over and kneels close to you. “Let me give you a hand.”

You hand him the box of matches. He rummages through the fireplace, looking for suitable wood. He hums as he finds it, taking out a log and scraping the match against the matchbox a few times until a small flame comes to life. He lights and carefully puts the log back into the fireplace until most of the wood catches the flame, starting a small fire.

You smile as you see the fire come to life and plop down on the floor, crossing your legs in front of the fireplace. You extend your arms, warming your hands. He smiles slightly, endeared by you and follows suit.

As you sit on the floor, you scoot closer and he glances at you from the corner of his eye, wondering what you’re up to. You’re not sure if it’s Joel or you’re starved for affection, but you scoot all the way next to him, feeling warmth pooling in your stomach at the proximity. You lay your head on his broad shoulder carefully, smiling. He tenses up slightly, surprised at the contact, but before you can register it he shifts his shoulder to accommodate you.

“Comfy, are we?” He’s ribbing you, but his wide smile betrays his emotions. He’s relishing in the warmth of your touch.

You smirk. “Shut up. Your shoulder was, like, right there.”

He chuckles heartily. “Yeah? An’ you claimed it as free real estate.”

You laugh, the sound vibrating on his shoulder. Yet again, he doesn’t seem to have any intention of moving any time soon. It makes you feel giddy. You’re so close you can smell his scent. It’s... Wood, gun powder... Lavender? And his unique scent that’s become familiar to you. In the moment, you feel the urge to lean in and kiss his neck, get lost in it. No, no, too close. You refrain.

The fire is crackling against the brick as you sit in front of it in silence for a moment, watching it. It casts an orange glow at the walls close by and heaps of warmth over your cold bodies.

He seems to relax further the longer you lay there. He inhales your scent too, his breathing evening out.

“Y’know, you should feel lucky you’re getting this for free. My shoulder’s a sought out commodity.” He smirks. Back to teasing.

You smile. You think you know what he’s trying to do. “Didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, there’s a line around the block of people waitin’ for this.” He smiles cockily and murmurs as a flicker of annoyance runs past his eyes. “Mostly women.”

There it is. You smirk at his attempt at flirting. “Oh really now?”

He nods, amused at his own joke. “Ya have no idea. So don’t get too attached.”

You chuckle. “I shouldn’t get attached to laying on your shoulder? Think I can handle that.”

“Good to know. No commitment suits me just fine.” He tries not to crack a laugh. “I like to keep my options open.”

You laugh but can’t help but wonder if there’s truth to his joke.

Joel’s a very closed off man. You can sense he doesn’t want to open up fully, and commitment is a form of opening up. Not to everyone, though. You’ve been committed to guys you felt nothing for.

It felt more like a practical choice than anything else; sleeping with someone else while relying on a man for shelter would be the stupidest decision possible. It stemmed from your possessive tendencies too. You wanted those men to be only yours, so you made yourself only theirs. A clear boundary. A drawn line past which no one is allowed besides you and them.

Joel... Isn’t just a means to an end, which scares you even more. If he’s trying to tell you he’s not the commitment type, he’s not your type either.

“You sound like such a dick.” You chuckle as you joke about his claim.

He shrugs. “’M just honest.” He keeps quiet for a second, memories of losing people he used to care about passing through his mind. His voice falters a bit. “Attachment ain’t for everyone.”

You sense the melancholic tone, knowing this stems from his past. You feel slight disappointment in your gut, knowing... Joel couldn’t give you what you need. Not that you’re looking for it right now, but that tiny glimmer of hope about a “maybe” or a “someday” in the back of your mind went out.

It hasn’t been a long time knowing him. You’ll survive.

You chuckle and raise your head from his shoulder and get up, trying to play it off. “Gotta get up then. Can’t risk it.”

He turns around quickly at the loss of warmth on his shoulder, but doesn’t say anything else.

You settle on an old couch in front of the fireplace. “Ah... Comfier than the floor.”

“You’re right about that one.” He gets up too and seats himself on the couch, a pillow between you. Both of you are comfortable with the reestablished distance.

Checking out the window for the blizzard somehow stopping after around half an hour, you’re both disappointed. You turn to him. “You told me Tommy and you spend hours at the lodge on patrols.” You chuckle. “What exactly do you do?”

He smiles. “We josh around, play guitar-“

You interrupt him. Have you heard that right? Prickly, no-nonsense Joel? “No way! You play the guitar?”

He chuckles heartily. “Why’s that so surprising?”

You chuckle back. “I just... Didn’t figure you for the type to be... You know... Artistic.” You grin widely.

He smirks to himself. “I’ll have you know, back in the day, I used to play all the time. Would play for hours, annoyin’ everyone in the house.” He pauses as a wave of nostalgia hits him. “Hell, even dreamed of bein’ a singer.” He shakes his head, smiling as he remembers his teenage musings.

You smile as you listen to him intently. You know what it’s like. “I dreamed of being a singer too. Grew up in LA surrounded by it.”

He shrugs, surprised to share something like this with you. “Guess we have somethin’ in common.”

You nod and smile teasingly, turning your head to him fully. “Who would’ve thought?”

Next thing you know, you get lost in talking about your favorite artists. His favorite singer is Johnny Cash and his favorite band Pearl Jam, classics from the nineties he grew up in. He’s very surprised by your extensive music taste and yet a particular fondness for Taylor Swift. You already know he’ll use it as ammunition to tease you.

The pillow between you was moved by Joel somewhere along the conversation, and you’re both leaning your elbows on the old couch, practically jumping into each other’s sentences. Time doesn’t seem to move so slowly anymore and you feel like you could spend all the hours stuck here just... Talking to him. Looking into his hazel eyes.

He leans on the couch, his eyes glinting in the light of the fireplace, all of the shades of mossy green and light brown in full show. You get lost in them.

You realize it’s not just about the conversation. It’s about Joel’s grounding presence. You feel like nothing could shake you as long as he’s around. Usually, you’d try to bury this feeling down in the depths of you where it’s deemed unreachable, but for the moment... You let yourself feel it in full.

You get a sudden idea. “Joel?”

He turns his gaze back from the fireplace to you. “Yeah?”

You smile bashfully. “Do you have a guitar laying around here?”

He smiles slightly and shakes his head. “No... I know what you’re tryin’ to do.”

“What?” You ask playfully, acting clueless.

“I ain’t gonna play for you.” He shakes his head and raises his hands. Playing for someone seems more personal to him than you thought.

“Why not?” You chuckle and give him your best puppy eyes and a feigned pout. You don’t want to breach his boundaries, you just hope to hear a bit of his skill. “One song... Please?”

“Damn, pullin’ out the big guns.” He smirks. “Puppy dog eyes and the magic word. You’re good.”

You keep up the puppy eyed expression, hoping the long silence will make him relent.

You’re about to give up when he breaks out into a chuckle. “Fine, fine. I’ll play somethin’ for you.”

He gets up and takes the guitar out of the bedroom of the lodge, coming back to the living room. It’s a classic brown acoustic guitar, a white moth design on the fingerboard sticking out. You can tell by the way he carries it with care and the proud way he shows it off to you this one is his favorite. “Here’s my guitar. Pretty nice, huh?” He smiles at you.

You smile back. “I love it. Looks well-loved by you too.”

He nods. “Damn right. Been playing this one ever since I got back to Jackson.” He sits down on the couch with the guitar and starts tuning it, turning the pegs and strumming the individual strings, humming the tones to himself. It’s quiet, but you notice he has a husky and deep singing voice. A faint thought passes your mind; you could listen to him sing all day.

Satisfied with how the guitar is tuned, he looks up at you. “Have any requests?”

You look to the side as you think. “I don’t know... What’s your favorite one to play lately?”

He doesn’t have to think long before he settles on a song. “Ya know ‘Is This Love’ by Whitesnake?”

You shrug. A love song? Full of surprises. “Of course I do. It’s a classic.” A thought pops in and you smile. “Wait... Can you play the guitar solo?”

He smiles proudly and nods. “Damn right I can.” He prepares to play, looking down at the guitar, before he speaks. “Bear in mind, I’m a little rusty.”

You’ve never seen Joel so hesitant about anything before. You can’t help a comforting smile. “No, no, it’s alright. I can tell you’re good.”

He smiles bashfully as he starts strumming the chords of the song, humming the lyrics. The sound is rich and full, evidence of years of practice, his deep voice perfectly in tune. The melody echoes from the walls of the lodge and you find yourself mesmerized by it.

You’ve heard a lot of guitar performances, but something about this one felt special... Even as the blizzard raged on outside, you felt like only him, you and the guitar in this room existed.

“Is this love that I'm feeling? Is this the love that I've been searching for? Is this love, or am I dreaming? This must be love 'cause it's really got a hold on me A hold on me”

He plays his version of the solo and you look at his fingers moving on the guitar with awe. This was obviously practiced for hours, the classic hook sounding more soulful on an acoustic guitar. His brows are furrowed and his movement careful. You can’t help but notice... Aware of it or not, he’s trying to impress you. Warmed by the fact, you’re smiling widely.

He ends the solo and looks up at you slowly, almost as if he’s scared of your reaction.

You clap. “That was so good! Rusty, my ass!” You exclaim fervently, your impressed reaction written all over your face. You try to hold your horses and say in a softer tone. “I loved it.”

He smiles softly and shakes his head. “Ain’t that good, but thanks. Been workin’ on this for a while.”

You smile and nod. “Yeah, I can see that... You know I don’t just give out compliments.” You chuckle. “Especially not to you.”

He smirks. “And here I thought you liked me.”

You feel something sink in you as you get scared you got figured out. But he seems to be just joking. You mask your mental blunder well and grin. “Poor you.”

“Poor me indeed.” He smiles as he looks at you fondly for a moment. He clears his throat faintly and gets up from the couch to put his guitar away.

Leaning on the couch, you look at him exiting the room. You’re lying on the couch pillows on your own for a short while, the warmth of the fireplace and the winter sun going down lulling you.

You close your eyes, getting in a comfortable position for a nap. As you do, Joel comes back into the room. “Hey.” He says your name quietly.

Opening your eyes, you turn to where he’s standing with his arms crossed. “Yeah?”

You hear care in his tone. “Gettin’ sleepy now?” He grins. “You don’t gotta sleep on the couch. There’s a bedroom down the hall.”

The walk to the bedroom feels tedious, but you figure it’s probably more comfortable. You rise from the couch groggily and smile. “Thanks. I’ll be back in a bit.”

He nods as you pass him to go to the bedroom down the narrow hallway, the floorboards creaking under your step. He looks at you walking to the bedroom with a frown, but decides to keep quiet and let you.

It’s small, a big bed in it, made with white sheets and a duvet folded on the side of it. The brown plaid covered wall above it is surrounded by light wood paneling.

The sheets look very dusty, yet clean, as if this bed – surprisingly so – hasn’t been used since the outbreak. You pat some dust from the sheets before you unfold the duvet and lay down, covering yourself with it. You tuck yourself in until you feel completely wrapped up and you close your eyes.

Joel stays in the living room and you figure it’s because he doesn’t want to interrupt your nap. You like how considerate and unimposing that is. He’s giving you space, but you know he’ll be there if anything goes wrong. Not that you mind his presence, but you like knowing that, beside the closeness, you can share distance too.

You think as you turn to lay on the colder side of the pillow; no arguments this patrol without trying for it. You’re finally settling into a comfortable rhythm. You’re growing fonder of him by the day and still don’t know what to make of it. You feel powerless to stop it, not for a lack of trying.

The last thing on your mind before you drift in peaceful slumber is – for once in your life, you might just let this happen. Damn the consequences.

[fanfics4all]

Snowed In

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 17!

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John Murphy x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 750

Warnings: Just nice cozy fluff!

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): Snowed In

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The wind howled as John and I pushed through the deep snow, searching for any sort of shelter. We’d been hiking for hours, and the storm only grew worse, blinding us with flurries of white and the cold biting at our skin. My fingers were numb and we both knew we couldn’t last much longer out here. Just as I was about to tell John we needed to turn back, he spotted something up ahead. It was a bunker door, partially buried in snow. I let out a relieved sigh, my shoulders dropping. 

“Thank God.” I muttered. He grabbed my hand as we trudged toward the entrance. We pulled the metal door open together, and he went in first, checking it was safe. I stepped in behind him, shivering as I closed the door, shutting out the bitter cold. The bunker was empty, a small space with old supplies and a couple of dusty blankets. It would keep us out of the store at least. Murphy shook the snow off himself, glancing around. 

“It’s not camp, but it’ll do.” I gave him a tired smile, sliding down to sit against the wall. 

“It’s perfect. I don’t think I could’ve taken another minute out there.” I sighed. 

We settled in, bundling up with the blankets and whatever supplies we could find to keep us warm. The bunker was chilly, but without the wind it was bearable. Murphy took off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, despite my protests. 

“Keep it on. Can’t have you freezing to death on me.” He insisted. 

“You’re not half-bad sometimes, ya know?” I said, giving him a grateful look, my cheeks still flush from the cold. 

“Don’t let it get around.” He chuckled, settling beside me. We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the faint sound of the storm outside schooling through the bunker. The dim light flickered, casting soft shadows across his face, and I couldn’t help but notice how close we were. His shoulder was pressed against mine. 

“John… have you ever thought about what happens after all this?” I asked, breaking the silence. My voice was quiet, almost hesitant. 

“After what?” He looked at me, surprised. 

“After all the fighting, and survival.” I looked down at my hands. 

“What happens to people like us? Do we get a chance to… I don’t know, have something normal?” Murphy swallowed. We’ve been through so much together, fighting to survive, saving each other’s lives, risking everything. Yet, we never talked about what might come next. Or if there even was a ‘next’. 

“I don’t know.” He admitted, his voice rough. 

“Guess I never thought I’d make it long enough to find out.” I looked up at him, my eyes soft and vulnerable in a way I never let myself be before. 

“I want you to make it. I want us to make it.” I said, my voice barely a whisper. 

“Y/N…” Our faces were inches apart. I took a shaky breath, my fingers trembling as I reached out and took his hand. 

“John, you’re my best friend, but you’re more than that. I’ve felt this way for a long time, but I was always too scared to say anything.” I let out a nervous laugh, my cheeks turning a darker shade of pink. 

“I guess nearly freezing to death kind of put things into perspective.” He squeezed my hand. 

“You think I haven’t been feeling the same way?” I looked at him, surprised and he let out a quiet laugh. 

“Y/N, you’re… well you’re the only person who ever really made me feel like I was worth anything. I didn’t wanna mess it up by saying something stupid and you running off.” We stared at each other, the weight finally lifting. Slowly, he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine in a soft kiss. I sighed, my hand reaching up to caress his cheek, deepening the kiss until the cold around us seemed to melt away. When we pulled apart, I smiled, my eyes shining. 

“So, does this mean I’m stuck with you now?” I asked and he chuckled, pulling me closer. 

“I’d say I’m hard to get rid of.” I cuddled into him, the storm still raging outside, but neither of us cared. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt safe. 

We slowly drifted to sleep, tangled in each other’s arms, and I knew I’d fight through anything as long as John was by my side.

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[legofanguy]

Fluffcember day 17 snowed in

A Inuyasha Modern AU fanfiction for @fluff-cember event Fluffcember day 17 snowed in.

After the big snowstorm last night, Inuyasha and his family check their bedroom window to find snow piled outside and the family are snowed inside the house for today. Kagome said to her family, "I guess we have some games to play to past the time." Moroha quickly downstairs and shout, “I call first on the video games!” and Kagome shout, “No! This is an opportunity for some family time without screen time.” and Moroha groans.

In the living room, Kagome got out a game of monopoly and she said to her family, “Okay, we are going this game best out of three.”

[violadiaries]

Fluffcember Day 17: Snowed In

@fluff-cember

Fandom: Final Fantasy IV (TAY)

Pairing: Golbez x Kain

Additional: After TAY (post canon); Golbez lives in Baron

crossposted on AO3

Kain sighed as he watched the flames flicker in front of him. Watched the fire, Golbez had been able to lighten up in that cabin they had found. All the while the winds howled outside, having practically stranded them on that deserted, unfamiliar continent.

"Shit…" Kain mumbled.

He looked down on himself. His sight was still swimming, ever so slightly, as he looked at the bandages wrapped around his midsection. Part of him should be glad that Golbez had decided to come with him out here. Part of him knew that it was his fault they had gotten stranded in that cabin.

"I'm sorry…" he added.

If he had been more careful from the beginning on, this wouldn't have happened. Or if he had signed off on the mission in the first place, then at least two airships with full crews would be out here. And not only the two of them.

Alas, now it was too late for Kain to regret anything. Golbez and him had gotten snowed in, and wouldn't be able to go anywhere, any time soon. Though at the same time, he supposed it was better that the snow storm had hit them, while they had been sheltered somewhere, instead of while they had fought those beasts out there. "Rest. That wyvern left you quiet injured, Kain," Golbez said.

He sat with his back to Kain, mulling over how he would be able to get word out there to send for help. Kain let out a sigh and stared back at the fire. Neither of them would have thought that they would encounter a special breed of wyvern up here. But then again, this was an unclaimed region.

A dangerous region, from what Kain had already been able to tell from the intel they had possessed. Which was exactly why he hadn't wanted any of the Red Wings up here. Especially not the younger ones. They would have never been able to keep up with these conditions. Too young and inexperienced.

"Why did you even come with me?" Kain asked.

Golbez was a welcome help. Even if things tended to be rather awkward between them. Because neither of them had expected Golbez to return to Baron, after the things on the True Moon had been wrapped up. And yet he had. Blue Moon with all remaining Lunarians awoken from their slumber in tow.

And now he was in charge of the newly formed magic research unit in Baron together with FuSoYa. And Kain did get along rather well with the older Lunarian. Even with some of the other's he had talked to, he hadn't had any qualms. But whenever Golbez and him were in the same room, things got awkward.

"Why did you want to go alone?" Golbez asked.

He sat down next to Kain, making sure that his cloak was securely wrapped around Kain's shoulders. Before sitting a little bit closer, just to be able to share some body heat. He had gotten out of that fight rather unscathed, after all. And only because Kain had been foolish enough to charge in headfirst.

"Drink," he said.

Golbez handed Kain a small vial, containing a turquoise liquid. Which Kain couldn't really identify. Though he supposed he wasn't really looking to do him much harm. Kain had been impulsive enough to get hurt, and now he would have to go through with the necessary treatment.

With a long sigh, he raised the vial to his lips, swallowing the contents in one go. Grimacing at the stinging, bitter taste of the contents. Definitely and antidote mixed with a potion. Absolutely a vile combination, which he wouldn't even have needed to swallow if he had just retained enough magic to heal himself.

"Ugh… I hate you," he mumbled.

He looked at Golbez from the corner of his eyes, pulling his knees to his chest. Whenever they were together, Kain felt like a boy again. And idiotic, impulsive, teenager, in desperate need to prove how great he was, just so he wouldn't need to face his own insecurities.

Golbez nodded and hummed, holding his hand out to the flame slightly. Letting some more of his, already low running, mana flow into it. To stroke the flames even more. Kain knew that for him, it was even more dangerous to get low on magic. Because then the Lunarian side of his heritage would start to shut down. And yet he had been the one to ultimately fend the wyvern off, with rather advanced magic. From what Kain had been able to tell, at least. And then he had carried Kain, only half conscious at the time, due to the injuries and poison of the wyvern, to this cabin.

"Fine by me. As long as it's not strong enough to want to die, I can live with it," he said.

Kain blinked at him, before he groaned and hid his face in his knees. He pulled Golbez' cloak tighter around himself, just to be able to hide himself a little bit more. He did not have to take that literally. Kain told Cecil and Rosa the same often enough when he was annoyed with them.

"Seriously?" he asked.

His voice muffled by the fabric of his leggings and his knees. Kain didn't need to look at him to know he was nodding. He was humming too, so Kain knew he actually was being serious.

Yet Golbez never had been the one he had been having a grudge on. At first, before he had known everything, maybe. But even then, something had always felt off. Whenever he had wanted to hate Golbez, his gut had told him that it just wasn't right. Not when he had seen him vulnerable within that Tower as well. "You have ample reasons to hate me, Kain," Golbez said.

Kain groaned, though the sound transformed into a wince rather quickly. He had forgotten how much of a pain in the ass, poisons in combination with rather deep wounds and the biting cold could be. Kain had thought he was more mature by now, to not get himself in situations such as those.

Though apparently not when Golbez was involved. He wasn't even quite sure why he lost his reasoning like this whenever Golbez was concerned. They should have easily been able to bond over their shared experiences. Yet both of them seemed to avoid talking about it like it was the plague.

"You're insufferable, Golbez. Seriously," Kain grumbled.

He opened his eyes and turned his head to the side, to be able to look at Golbez properly again. They should have been able to talk everything out. Maybe even become friends over it. Maybe more? Kain grumbled to himself as he pushed that thought away.

"No, I don't actually hate you, alright?" he clarified.

Golbez just was the same kind of obnoxious as Cecil, whenever he got some idea stuck in his head. And Kain hated how he saw that similarity just now. Because where there was one such similarity, there definitely were more.

And somehow the last thing Kain wanted was to see his best friend in Golbez. He was his own person, which showed in his skillets. Cecil undoubtedly would've toppled over the moment he even so much as tried to lift the sword Golbez swung around effortlessly with one hand. Looking rather attractive while doing so.

"I'm just confused, why you volunteered to accompany me into an unknown, snowy, cold as fuck, wasteland," Kain asked.

He scooted closer to Golbez, shifting the cloak in a way, that he could maintain a small amount of contact to his skin. Thinking about it, the Blue Moon, at least how Kain had gotten to know it, was a 'cold as fuck wasteland' as well. And the cold didn't seem to bother Golbez at all.

Then again, Kain knew that Golbez was a good liar. Just like he himself was a good liar. So he could be just putting on an act. Yet, the moment Golbez turned his head to look at Kain, he knew he wasn't putting on an act for Kain. He was being sincere, which was something Kain could appreciate.

"Just as I'm confused why you wanted to come here alone, Kain. This would have been suicide," he said in return.

Kain groaned and rolled his eyes. He hoped that would be the most of a lecture he would be getting from Golbez. He already knew he would be in for one hell of a lecture once they would get picked up by someone. And if not from Cecil for being reckless, then from Rosa.

Golbez' eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth pulled into a thin line. He let out a sigh before he looked back at the flames again, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Kain kept watching him. He supposed he had somewhat screwed up in that regard. And he was glad he wasn't alone. Dying like this wasn't what he was trying to do.

"You…actually do care, do you?" Kain asked.

He diverted the topic, simply because he knew he would be getting lectured if he revealed his true reason. If he told Golbez that sometimes, he still felt like he didn't belong in Baron. Didn't belong with the Red Wings. And by doing this alone, he wanted to prove himself again.

Something he didn't need to do. Yet something Kain knew Golbez would be able to relate to. He got the feeling that Golbez' reason for volunteering to tag along with him had been of somewhat a similar origin. Maybe not to prove something to Cecil, but to prove something to Kain?

"I do," Golbez said.

He turned his head again, looking at Kain again. While Kain was able to watch his fascinating eyes again. Deeply affected by the powerful magic he commanded. A deep, rich, almost glowing purple. A colour Kain found himself been drawn in by over and over again.

He shook his head and straightened his back, bringing his face closer to Golbez. His head and his body screamed at him for the motion, yet he didn't allow himself to succumb to it. He had a point to bring across after all. Golbez shied away slightly, eyes widening in shock at the sudden motion.

"Good, because I care about you as well, bastard! So no self-sacrificing behaviour any more in the future!" Kain scolded him.

He knew it had been a necessity that Golbez had looked for the Blue Moon by himself. But Kain also knew he had contemplated sacrificing himself multiple times over on the True Moon. Because just like Kain he was still feeling the guilt gnawing at him for what had happened all those years back.

Just like right now Kain noticed something he didn't like in the slightest. Something he would tell Cecil about if Golbez didn't have his back, when he got his lecture later. Because Kain could tell. The way the glow of his eyes dulled ever so slightly, and his skin cooled down.

"Starting now! So preserved your god-damn magic and come here," Kain grumbled.

Golbez' eyes widened even more, surprised that Kain had even noticed him using his reserves to the last drop. Kain looked back at the fire, grumbling to himself about how much of an idiot Golbez was behaving like. The fire would warm them up eventually, and until that time was there, they could still huddle together for warmth. Now that they had established that they cared about each other.

Golbez eventually chuckled at that, before it evolved into a full-blown laugh. All the while, Kain tried to not let his deep voice send the most positive of shivers down his spine. He was just still a little bit cold from the blood loss from his wound.

"Only if you do the same," Golbez said.

He reluctantly placed an arm around Kain's shoulder, so they actually could really huddle together for warmth. And somehow Kain was feeling a little bit warmer already. He just hoped that wasn't his brains final illusions, before he decided to pass out again.

"Now let's wait, I've contacted FuSoYa," Golbez added.

Kain hummed and nodded. He let his eyes close, seeing no reason to force himself to stay awake. It should be safe to fall asleep. He wasn't alone, and his wounds weren't life-threatening. Even if Rosa would absolutely treat them as such.

He allowed himself to relax. To lean more against Golbez. Yes, he really did care about him. Just like he also liked him. Even if things tended to get awkward between them. They would just need to talk about that. Though not now, and rather later.

"I… like you a lot…Golbez," Kain mumbled.

Already half asleep, having falling more against Golbez' larger frame. Body going more and more lax. Golbez looked at him for a moment, furrowing his brows. He brought his hand to hover in front of Kain's mouth just to make sure he was still breathing.

Afterwards a smile formed on his lips. He would not tell Kain that he had been monitoring his thoughts ever since he had brought him into that cabin. Just in case Kain tried to lie about the severity of his wounds, or the amount of pain he was in. Maybe someday later, but not right now.

"Yeah…me too, Kain. Rest, I'll be here," he whispered.

Kain mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, as snuggled closer to Golbez. Causing him to quietly chuckle. Just so he wouldn't wake him again.

Golbez didn't even need to say that he would keep Kain save. That much was a given, after all.

[amypihcs]

It's scandalously late and i should be asleep but you get day 17!

Just the usual dose of cuddles and stuff, i'm so dead, i'm going to bed now.

Love you dears

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[directionerplusgleek]

Submission for @fluff-cember 2024 - 17 Snowed In

Fandom: The Maze Runner

[fluff-cember]

Fluffcember 2024

Heyho.

@alpaca-clouds here!

I was asked whether I would create Fluffcember as an official challenge this year, and I thought to myself: You know what? Why not?

Hence this blog - and a really early posting of the list.

Rules

This is a 1-month-challenge for fluffy fanworks.

All sorts of fanworks (art, writing, graphics) welcome.

We will however not accept any AI-Art or AI-Writing!

SFW and NSFW is both welcome - but please make sure to tag it accordingly.

Tag CWs if you share under this tag!

No minimum or maximum word count for writing!

We will reblog entries during the month of December!

If you have questions: The asks are open!

Full list of prompts under the cut.

Day 01: Roasted Marshmallows

Day 02: Winter Flu

Day 03: Snow Man

Day 04: Christmas Sweater

Day 05: Northern Lights

Day 06: Gingerbread House

Day 07: Condensed Breath

Day 08: Sparkling Snow

Day 09: Sugar Rush

Day 10: Carols

Day 11: Slippery

Day 12: Skiing

Day 13: Fire and Ice

Day 14: Winter Soup

Day 15: Naughty List

Day 16: Chocolate

Day 17: Snowed in

Day 18: Mistletoe

Day 19: Fondue

Day 20: Fairy Tales

Day 21: Cabin in the Snow

Day 22: Winter Storm

Day 23: Confessions

Day 24: Christmas Tree

Day 25: The Perfect Gift

Day 26: Forgiveness

Day 27: Family Gathering

Day 28: Cold Turkey

Day 29: Mint

Day 30: Warming Up

Day 31: Fireworks

Alternatives:

Hot Bath

Fallen Through The Ice

Holiday Decoration

Homecooked Meals

Coming Home

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

❃ FLUFFCEMBER (F1 EDITION) ❃

Hi i’m back!! I decided to do this challenge to get myself back at writing (commissions are still open btw).

I’ll start this now because I said so (I’ll probably be very busy so I may be skip some days. I’ll try to keep them short so it’s easier for me to complete it).

Thank you @fluff-cember for making this super cozy challenge! ❄️

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Day 01: Holiday Decorations — Lewis Hamilton

Day 02: Winter Flu — Kimi Räikkönen

Day 03: Snow Man — Nico Rosberg

Day 04: Christmas Sweater — Sebastian Vettel

Day 05: Family Gathering — Fernando Alonso

Day 06: Gingerbread House — Jenson Button

Day 07: Coming Home — Max Verstappen

Day 08: Skiing — Webbonso

Day 09: Fire and Ice — Kimi Räikkönen

Day 10: Chocolate — Franco Colapinto

Day 11: Christmas Tree — Sebastian Vettel

Day 12: Sparkling Snow

Day 13: Carols

Day 14: Winter Soup

Day 15: Naughty List

Day 16: Sugar Rush

Day 17: Snowed in

Day 18: Mistletoe

Day 19: Hot Bath

Day 20: Fairy Tales

Day 21: Cabin in the Snow

Day 22: Winter Storm

Day 23: Confessions

Day 24: Slippery

Day 25: The Perfect Gift

Day 26: Forgiveness

Day 27: Northern Lights

Day 28: Fallen Through The Ice

Day 29: Condensed Breath

Day 30: Warming Up

Day 31: Fireworks

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Yeah I may have already replaced some with the alternatives ;)

I love Christmas and winter! May y’all have happy holidays! 🎄

MAIN MASTERLIST

[alpaca-clouds]

My Fluffcember 2023 List

I am going to do another Fluffcember this year as well and if anyone is interested, you are obviously very welcome to join me. I will put down the list of the prompts under the cut.

As always: Free choice of fandom and the like!

Day 01: Stardust

Day 02: Mittens

Day 03: Candlelight

Day 04: Fallen through the Ice

Day 05: Family Supper

Day 06: Hibernation

Day 07: Tea and Coffee

Day 08: Sledding

Day 09: Ice Skating

Day 10: Hot Chocolate

Day 11: Sudden Snow Fall

Day 12: Marzipan

Day 13: Shooting Star

Day 14: Pine Trees

Day 15: Starry Sky

Day 16: Christmas Alone

Day 17: Children’s Laughter

Day 18: Rainy Winter

Day 19: Christmas Cake

Day 20: Polar Lights

Day 21: The Longest Night

Day 22: Hot Bath

Day 23: Frozen Solid

Day 24: Secrets and Gifts

Day 25: Cinnamon

Day 26: Fairy Lights

Day 27: In Front of the Fireplace

Day 28: Jingle Bells

Day 29: Blood in the Snow

Day 30: Nut Cracker

Day 31: Endings and New Beginnings

Bonus Prompts:

Candy Canes

Snowball Fight

Snuggled Up

Marshmallows

Cookies

[mac-lilly]

20 questions for writers

tagged by @1mnobodywhoareyou Thank you 🫶

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

10. But it feels weird to restrict this to AO3 because my first fanfiction home was fanfiktion.de back when I wrote in German. 34 there.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

AO3: 49,483

fanfiktion.de: 438,261

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Julie and the Phantoms currently. But I also wrote for Shokugeki no Soma, Yu-Gi-Oh! and One Piece.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Shokugeki no Fluffcember (Shokugeki no Soma) A collaboration with other authors

Of secrets and blindfolds (Shokugeki no Soma)

Strumming the Soul (JATP)

Like mother, like son (Shokugeki no Soma)

Beautiful (JATP)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to. But I tend to forget. And then I remember, feel guilty and ashamed and hide instead of doing it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Tbh, all the multi-chapter fics I've written so far (and actually finished) have rather angsty endings. Considering JATP, I'd say A Night to Remember series. It's not angsty, per se. But it's set in canon. Canon makes it angsty.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Strumming the soul, probably. Though, honestly, it's not really a complete fic. It was just an excerpt. @60sec400 fleshed it out and turned it into a full-fledged fic. Thank you, girlie!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

If I ever got hate on a fic, I forgot.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. But I can imply smut.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I once wrote a Yu-Gi-Oh! x Harry Potter crossover (in German).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I once translated my own fic to German. But no, not by another person.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I once participated in a collaboration. But all of us wrote independent one-shots. So that doesn't really count.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Juke hyperfixation, baby. 😎🤩

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

Show me how to be whole again - I wish I could finish it. But I totally lost motivation. And I'm now so eager to work on the Ghostwriter story. But there's a snippet that I really want to post one day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't think I have writing strengths. There's nothing I don't struggle with.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

English. Grammar. Spelling. Wording. Everything. 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Technically, I'm writing in another language all the time. 😅 Generally, it's fine. But personally, I'm only confident enough to include German. German!Alex 😂

19. First fandom you wrote for?

One Piece

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Too many.

It's been a whole, so I'm not sure who was tagged already. here are some no pressure tagsging @thedeathdeelers @thephantomchronicles @sovvannight @writerownstory

[fanfics4all]

Moonlight

Request: Yes / No 

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Troy Otto x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 673

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): 

PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK, I WORK HARD ON MY FICS AND IT’S NOT COOL TO STEAL SOMEONE ELSE’S WORK! 

If you want to be on the tag list for anything (My series fics, specific character fics, or just all of them) All you have to do is send me an ask and I will add you! 

Masterlist 

If you enjoy my work, you could also show support by buying me a coffee! 

(Not my photo, credit to whoever made it!)

It was early in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. Ever since the dead started walking it was hard for me to sleep. I knew we were safe, but my anxiety got bad sometimes, especially when I was alone. I got out of bed and put on Troy’s sweater that I had stolen. I put on my shoes and left my little house. The chill in the air nipped at my skin and I shivered a bit. Must be getting close to winter. I walked through the grass and took a deep breath of the fresh air. I was already starting to feel more relaxed. Everything around me was calming and peaceful, until a voice made me jump. 

“Y/N? What are you doing out here?” I opened my eyes and saw Troy standing in front of me. 

“Oh, just going for a walk. Couldn’t sleep.” I answered and Troy sighed. 

“You’re only wearing my sweater, you’ll freeze out here.” He said. 

“But I like the cold.” I said and he shook his head. 

“You’ll get sick, come here.” He said. I walked closer to him and he tucked he under his arm. 

“Better?” He asked and I blushed slightly. I nodded and he smiled. 

“Where were you going anyway?” He asked as we started walking. 

“That hill we used to hang out at as kids.” I answered and he smiled. 

“That is your favorite place, huh?” He asked and I nodded with a smile. 

“It’s away from everyone, it’s up high so you can see all around the area, and when the moon is out it’s perfectly bathed in moonlight.” I said and Troy smiled. 

“Don’t forget you can see the stars perfectly there too.” He said and my smile grew. 

Once we got to the top of the hill the view was just like how I remembered it. We could hear the sound of owls hooting and crickets chirping. It was almost like you could forget the dead were up and walking around. The two of us sat down and stared up at the sky. There were only a few clouds in the sky, but you could still see the bright stars which twinkled. 

“Hey Y/N?” Troy asked and I turned to face him. 

“Hmm?” I hummed. He lent forward and his lips were suddenly on mine. My eyes widened, but once I recovered from the shock, I kissed him back. Troy broke the kiss and leaned back with a small smirk. 

“T-Troy?” I asked. 

“You wanna be my girlfriend?” He asked and my eyes widened. 

“Are you serious?” I asked. 

“I’ve never been more serious about anything before in my life.” He answered and I couldn’t help but smile. I tackled him in a hug and giggled. 

“I love you, Troy.” I said and he chuckled. 

“I love you too. Have since we were kids.” He said and I looked up at him shocked. 

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” I asked and he shrugged. 

“I thought you were into Jake.” He said and I rolled my eyes at him. 

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you, Troy, I thought I was being pretty obvious…” I said and he laughed. 

“Jake always said you were into me, but I never believed him.” He said and I smacked his chest. 

“Maybe you should listen to your brother next time!” I said and he laughed. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He said and pecked my lips. 

“You better be.” I smiled. Troy held me in his arms as we watched the stars. My eyes started growing heavy and I snuggled closer to Troy. 

“Sleepy?” He asked and I nodded. He kissed the top of my head and lifted me up into his arms. 

“Let’s get you to bed then.” He said with a smile. 

“Troy?” I asked and he hummed in response. 

“Will you stay with me?” I asked. He looked down at me with a smile. 

“Always.” He said, making me smile and snuggle closer to his chest.

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[nexttrickanvils]

Day 17 of Fluffcember 2024: Snowed in

Wherein Farmer Ann learns from both her hubby, Elliott and the pile of snow falling into their house that sometimes it's okay to take a break from work.

[icycoldninja]

-----🎄 FLUFFCEMBER 2023🎄------

Daily updates; mostly headcannnons and drabbles, fandoms for each piece listed in purple.

Day 1: Bad hair day (Sephiroth x Reader) Ff7

Day 2: Cooking together (Angeal x Reader) Ff7

Day 3: Cuddling by the fire (Reno x Reader) Ff7

Day 4: Chocobo farm (Cloud x Reader) Ff7

Day 5: Picnic (Dante x Reader) DMC

Day 6: Comfort (EC! Sephiroth x Reader) Ff7

Day 7: Fluff headcannons (Sephiroth x Reader) Ff7

Day 8: Dancing (Vergil x Reader) Dmc

Day 9: Morning Cuddles (Sephiroth x Reader) Ff7

Day 10: Fluff headcannons (Genesis x Reader) Ff7

Day 11: Fluff headcannons (Angeal x Reader) Ff7

Day 12: Fluff headcannons (Reno x Reader) Ff7

Day 13: Fluff headcannons (Kuja x Reader) Ff9

Day 14: Fluff headcannons (Vergil x Reader) DMC

Day 15: Fluff headcannons (Dante x Reader) DMC

Day 16: Fluff headcannons (Raiden x Reader) MG

Day 17: Fluff headcannons (V x Reader) DMC

Day 18: Fluff headcannons (Leon Kennedy x Reader) RE

Day 19: Stargazing (Kuja x Reader) Ff9

Day 20: Owning a cat headcannons (Soldier boys + Reno x reader) Ff7

Day 21: DIY Christmas Tree (Raiden x Reader) MG

Day 22: Surprise Present (Genesis x Reader) Ff7

Day 23: Fluff headcannons (Astarion x Reader) Bg3

Day 24: Spending Christmas with SO headcannons (1st class Soldier boys x Reader) Ff7

Day 25: Spending Christmas with SO headcannons (Sparda boys x Reader) Dmc

Day 26: Nighmare comfort (Angeal x Reader) Ff7

Day 27: Too much egg nog (Leon Kennedy x Reader) RE

Day 28: Snowman (V x Reader) Dmc

Day 29: I'll protect you (Astarion x Reader) Bg3

Day 30: Proposal (Vergil x Reader) Dmc

Day 31: Sick Day (Raiden x Reader) MG

[doodling-doodle]

Fluffcember 2023!

Day 17: Camping

Ghoap

Simon chuckled as Johnny started setting up their campsite, trying to get the tent and sleeping bags ready while Simon set up a firepit.

It was Johnny's idea to go camping for a few nights, and he couldn't say he disagreed. They took some food with them, but also planned to go hunting and fishing. It would just be a relaxing week.

“Johnny, you ready for a hike?” Simon asked when Johnny finished setting up the tent.

“Set! Just grabbing snacks.” Johnny said, getting out of the tent, smiling.

Simon chuckled, holding Johnny’s hand as they walked up the trail.

“So, what should we do for dinner?” Simon asked after a while.

“We have some salmon, don’t we? Why not cook that up?” Johnny replied.

“Sure… But we should Just sit here for a while. Watch the sunset…” 

Johnny chuckled, sitting down on the cliffside with Simon, holding his hands

“I’m glad we did this, Johnny.” Simon said, holding him closer.

“I’m glad, too… this is nice… we should do it more often.”

"We will..." He softly kissed Johnny's head, smiling and closing his eyes.

"Love you, Simon." Johnny whispered, leaning more on his shoulder.

"Love you too, Johnny."

They sat there until the sun went down, walking back in the falling snow.

[snow-system-wol]

Fluffcember Day 17, Indulgent

S'ria stretched and tried to remove himself from his very comfortable spot on the floor. Despite only looking half awake, he managed to at least sit up.

“I should really… I feel like I promised to help with something?” S'ria shook his head. “I think sitting through getting my ears pierced did a number on me, I'm oddly worn out.”

G'raha gently pushed S'ria back down to be reclining. “Then rest. ‘Tis literally your nameday, you are more than entitled to some time off. If there's something that truly needs doing, I shall take it on in your stead.”

S'ria gave him a look that was nearly a pout. “If I'm taking the rest of the day off, then you are too. I don't want you doing extra work for me.”

“But –”

“What's the point of lounging about if you can't enjoy it with someone else? Besides, I won't relax if I feel too guilty, you know that.”

G'raha rearranged his pillows and laid back down on his stomach. “Mm, I do indeed.” His tail lazily swished as he got comfortable. “Very well, we shall both rest.”