This is for you! The writers, artists, GIF makers, and all other types of creators! We'll post a "Maybe This or Maybe That" prompt every other day in May 2026! Create anything inspired by either of the prompts (or both!) You don't have to use a word or phrase exactly; it just has to be inspired by it! We hope you'll follow us, get your fandom involved, and reblog to help us spread the word! More details on our blog very soon!
Below is a plain text list of the official prompts as well as five alternative prompts. This post will be updated over time with links to our explanations of each prompt. For more information as to the timeline, rules, and FAQ for this challenge, please see the pinned post on our Tumblr.
Prompts
Coffee Shop Au
Inexplicable Mpreg
Gratuitous Self-insert
Somehow, they all live together
5+1
Wingfic
Soulmate AU
Author/Character conversation mid-fic
Songfic
Only One Bed
Sex Pollen
Daemon fic
Arranged Marriage
De-Aging
Bizarre Crossover
Body-Swap
Hanahaki Disease
Fake Dating
Kidfic
20 Truths
Texting Fic
Characters React to Canon
High School/College AU
Vampire AU
Reverse Isekai
True Drabble
Poemfic
28- One Direction Are There
Regency/Court Drama
Missing Scene
The Next Generation
Alternate Prompts
This can be used to substitute for any of the above prompts for any reason, be that a squick or just a lack of inspiration.
Domaystic comes from âdomesticâ + âMayâ and it's a prompt event that runs throughout May with a list of 31 prompts for its 31 days. And also 5 alternatives are back. The overall theme is that of the domestic trope: anything inside, outside, beside the house or that has that normalcy flavor of everyday life.
Anyone, in their own way of expression, is welcome to use the prompts and create: fics, art, gifs, podcasts, whatever tickles your fancy, there are no restrictions. For any questions or such, the ask inbox is always open :)
Hello, all! Iâm @staticmothhell, stepping in for g. to make sure we have Domaystic this year! Iâll be doing my best to run it in the same way, so you all hopefully wonât notice too much different. The one thing is that Iâll likely be slow and/or erratic with my reblogging during May. Rest assured Iâll still be reblogging everything tagged as properly (as described below).
Thank you all for your patience with me!
-> Text prompts and more details under the cut!
Text prompts:
1. Dressing up
2. Quitting a bad habit
3. Tea or coffee
4. Unspoken message
5. Pillow fort
6. On the windowsill
7. Family recipe
8. Reassurances
9. Unlabelled container
10. Back of the closet
11. Fun-sized candy
12. Sharing
13. Cancelled trip/event
14. Startled by sudden appearance
15. Playing hooky
16. Cleaning the gutters
17. Bedridden
18. Relaxing evening
19. Play date
20. On the top shelf
21. Hair brushing
22. Being overheard
23. Stuck lock
24. New pajamas
25. Laughter
26. Getting a sitter (baby/pet/house)
27. Holding hands
28. Asking for advice
29. The next step
30. Put on hold
31. Coming home early
5 Alternatives:
A. âDon't give me that lookâ
B. âDon't make me chooseâ
C. âDon't tempt meâ
D. âDon't stop on my accountâ
E. âDon't you have something to tell me?â
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Italiano
Français
Deutsch
...and any other language anyone would like to translate the prompts into!
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All fandoms or original content are welcome.
Any kind of media is welcome.
No restrictions in ships, size, pixels, min/max word count or language.
There are a 31 prompts, one for each day of the month + 5 alternatives if needed.
If you plan to share your work, and if you want, you can add it on the 2026 AO3 collection; or, by tagging or mentioning this blog here on tumblr, I'll reblog it.
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You donât have to do all the prompts: do the ones you enjoy.
Domaystic runs actively throughout May; tracking #domaystic2026, mentions @domaystic, and previous years tags too; if you tag the blog on a later date, thatâs fine too, I just reblog on a lower pace after May is over.
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AO3 collection
As with the previous years, the domaystic2026 collection will be open from May, 1st. On the profile page you'll find all the info and prompts as well.
Alternatively, using the examples within each prompt isnât mandatory either. As long as the main prompt (the ones in larger bold text) are present within the fanwork, thatâs okay as well!
All prompts can be filled on any day of the event week
Text list available below the cut!
âš The Classic Fairytale âš DAY 1 | 05.24
Bluebeard, Jack and the Beanstalk, Thumbelina
Beauty and the Beast, Hansel and Gretel, The Three Little Pigs
Puss in Boots, Snow White, The Frog Prince
Little Red Riding Hood, Rumpelstiltskin, The Arabian Nights
Briar Rose, Sinbad the Sailor, The Tale of the Doomed Prince
âš Beasts and Creatures of Lore âš DAY 2 | 05.25
Alicorn, Pegasus, and Sphinx
Basilisks, Dragons, and Hydras
Centaurs, Minotaurs, and Satyrs
Hellhounds, Phoenix, and Shoggoth
Gryphons, Hippogriffs, Perytons
Mermaids, Rusalki, and Sirens
Werebears, Werejaguars, and Werewolves
âš Historic Legends and Urban Myths âš DAY 3 | 05.26
đźÂ In a shattered world ruled by elemental warlords, a cursed warrior and an outcast prince form a forbidden bond that could remake the realm.
đźÂ A former assassin hiding in a necropolis beneath the city of their birth must confront their past when their last living child is taken.
đźÂ A mythical sword with a seemingly unbreakable curse requires a sacrifice to manipulate its power.
đźÂ In an alternate version of the 1800s, an omega disguises themself as an alpha to join a pirate crew in search of a mythical island said to grant second lives.
Based off of @flufftober 2025 Alt 22: Wearing each other's clothes
Chapter Summary:
Ravio arrives back in his own time period, but he's not home until Mr. Hero is.
Link and snippet below the cut
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
âŠRavio stepped out of the portal and into a familiar orchard bathed in afternoon light. It had been autumn when heâd left, and it still was now, but the passage of time was obvious.
The apple trees surrounding him were laden with fruits, and overripe ones made a squishy mess on the ground where they had fallen. The leaves, which had started to change colour before he left, had mostly fallen from the trees now. The few stragglers were a deep burgundy, the exact shade of the tunic Link had been wearing last Ravio had seen him.
He had to take a second to breathe through the tightening in his throat, not daring to hope his housemate had returned for good while he was gone.
The house was dark, he realised as he stepped up to it, which doused the fire of hope trying to kindle itself in his chest. The outside looked nearly the same as heâd left it, though that wasnât much of a surprise. The handle of the door was nearly cold enough to hurt, and it seemed like that bit of pain went directly to his heart.
Ravio rested his forehead against the wood. He couldnât cry, not here, not now. He needed to get inside and check to make sure nothing had happened to the house while he was gone. There were wards meant to prevent that sort of thing, but not even magic was infallible.
He pulled himself together and knelt by the plant they hid the key under. It was hidden where it usually was, two finger-widths below the surface of the dirt. It clunked in the lock, and Ravio had to push extra hard when the door didnât want to open.
It was cold inside. Empty. A layer of dust coated everything. The house felt dead in a way that Ravio wasnât sure heâd ever experienced before. Heâd been sure that heâd only been gone for a couple of months at most, but he was suddenly worried it had been over a year since heâd left. Why else would the house feel so utterly alone?
He took a deep breath and ignored the tickle in the back of his throat from the dust. He squared his shoulders. Heâd just have to get to cleaning, then. Heâd have to make sure the house felt alive again for when Mr. Hero returned! Link would be so pleased, he-
Ravio caught sight of a note on the table. A familiar note.
He nearly tripped over the hem of his tunic as he ran over, begging Lolia that he was wrong. His own writing stared back at him: âDear Mr. Hero, A portal has come for meâŠâ
All That Glitters - Chapter Nineteen
Risky Rescue Mission
đđđđđđđđ -> Aurelia x Yoshitsune (Natasha Romanoff headmate x Original Male Character)
đđđđđđđ -> There are certain privileges that come with being engaged to a spec-ops man.
Especially charismatic, attractive Canadians...
đđđđđđđđđ -> 1491.
đđđđđđđđ -> E
đ/đ -> Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Masterlist can be found here.
I tapped my foot absently under the table. There were a thousand places I could have been in that moment, and almost all of them would have been more useful than listening to Maria.
Iâd tried to argue that there was zero purpose in my attendance at the Very Important Meeting, but it was met with a bullish, stubborn refusal to accept the truth. I hadnât been on a mission since Iâd gotten pregnant - and even before that, I rarely took part in anything more dangerous than surveillance at a distance. Iâd established a long time ago that I had too much to lose; I hadnât put my life on the line in years, not when there were plenty of others eager for the opportunity. If ever I was needed, it would be a different matter entirely, but in the meantimeâŠ
Y:Â Extraction protocol?
I grinned to myself, smothering the motion with my hand as I replied.
A:Â Affirmative.
The table was crowded - the entire team had been pulled in for something that essentially amounted to âthereâs a bad guy doing bad things, and weâd prefer it if he didnâtâ. It would be a relatively straightforward operation - that, crucially to my argument and boredom, I would be having absolutely nothing to do with.
My phone buzzed again.
Y:Â Extraction protocol locked and loaded. Operation Bored Widow is a go. Sitrep: drowning in ancronyms, risk to life from enemy hostiles, namely the Hill Death Glare. Hold position, cavalry inbound. Weâre getting you out, Agent. Do not engage.
I pressed my forehead to the table, fighting to keep from laughing aloud.
God, I love him.
Clint met my eye when I looked up - my husband, technically, and ever observant, ever concerned - nudging my boot gently.
âYou okay?â he signed subtly, and I offered him a reassuring smile, nodding once.
My phone buzzed again - our family group chat, labelled simply âFamily Chatâ at inception, later playfully renamed to âCrisis Teamâ after Yoshi had declared one too many cookie thefts, and now dubbed âRescue Squadâ.
Y:Â Team, we have a Code Lilac. Primary Asset - Momma Lia - pinned in briefing hell. Extraction ideas required.
S:Â Fake medical emergency. Iâll call in. Kodiak ate my homework and now Iâll fail forever.
L: Thatâs⊠Not medical?? Also, if it was an emergency that Dad couldnât handle, I donât think youâd be calling the Compound, I think weâd be in the truck going a billion miles an hour. Or Dad would be calling Stephen.
Y: Appie says to tell them that âthe baby is coming outâ. Artie says itâll be more dramatic if you add in âwith fireworksâ. I donât know how thatâs feasible, but⊠Sounds like a good backup plan.
A:Â NO BOMBS. Not after the glitter grenade. Iâm still finding it everywhere.
I coughed violently into my elbow, a desperate attempt to smother my laughter. Ashe glanced up from where he leaned against the wall, one eyebrow raised, undoubtedly already anticipating some antics, and I grinned back sheepishly.
Y:Â Breach in progress. Brace for contact. Hold on tight, Swan. Love you.
The conference room door slammed open so hard that the projector flickered.
Tony burst through wearing an over-sized SHIELD windbreaker and the expression of a man who had received a bribe he found more than agreeable.
âHill! Thereâs an emergency in progress.â He pointed dramatically at me, all eyes swivelling to follow his finger. âThat one. The pregnant Romanoff variant. Shuri called - something about a⊠Rogue nanobot infestation. Itâs bad.â
Maria sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. âStark, get out.â
âRude - Iâm official! Look-â He held up his phone, the motion ignored by Maria. âStephen forwarded a message from Yoshi. Something about âfamily opsecâ. I donât know the details, but it came with a picture of a panda-dog in a Spiderman mask, and therefore, I am emotionally compromised.â
Nat coughed in a way that sounded distinctly like a snort.
I got to my feet quickly, shooting Maria a sheepish grin and a helpless shrug. âSorry, Maria. National⊠Nanobot emergency. Crisis. You understand.â
Maria rubbed her temples so hard I thought I could hear the cartilage creak. âGet out. Before I start suing you both for emotional damage.â
Tony grinned and offered a two fingered salute, winking. âPleasure doing business with you, Deputy Director. Letâs move, Lia - before Wakanda starts speaking in binary.â
He bustled me out of the room, his character dissolving the moment the door shut, grinning as though heâd won a bet. âThe Canadian is a menace. He called Stephen. To get you out of a meeting. What wouldâve happened if he was in surgery or something?â
I laughed hard, one hand pressed to the wall to keep myself upright. âYou love him.â
âI love chaos. Thereâs big difference.â Tony jabbed the elevator button, shaking his head fondly. âYour knight in tattered flannel is waiting in the garage. Donât get too het up - Iâm not explaining to medical why you dropped the kid over three months early.â
I could only grin back, feet wriggling excitedly until the doors slid open once more.
And there, illegally parked over three spaces, the hazards flashing like a crime scene, sat Yoshitsuneâs truck, every window down.
Kodiakâs enormous fluffy head hung out of the passenger side, wearing Appieâs Spiderman mask crookedly, tongue lolling.
Sammy was hanging out of the driverâs window, yelping âExtraction team rolling!â like he was in an action movie - Fast & Furious: Domestic Derail. Lexi stood on the bench in the back, beaming and waving her arms, as if I could possibly had missed them. Artie was screeching excitedly in success, while Appie simply stared and giggled.
Yoshitsune leaned against the hood in a loose approximation of spec ops gear - black hoodie and tactical pants, arms crossed, aviators low on his nose as he considered me, trying - and failing spectacularly - to keep a straight face.
After a moment, he pushed himself upright, barking theatrically into an imaginary wrist comm. âTarget acquired - asset mobile and adorable. All units: fall back to rally point - HB. Thatâs rally point - Home Base. Hot chocolate and perogies on standby. Special Operative Panda: Good boy. Keep up the morale.â
âHi,â he murmured, fingers tangling in my hair as he smiled.
âHi, crazy,â I replied, giggling.
His smile was entirely unrepentant as he pulled me upright, forehead pressed to mine. Tony cleared his throat, rolling his eyes when we glanced at him. âIâm leaving before this becomes even more like a Hallmark movie. Youâre welcome - MacCennedi, donât call.â
He vanished back toward the elevators, muttering about kids these days and their theatrical Canadian dumbasses.
Yoshitsune opened the passenger door with a bow, nudging Kodiak fondly out of the way. âYour evac, maâam. Rendezvous with zero slides, maximum cuddles, Sammyâs surprisingly palatable cooking, and a debrief from our youngest daughter on why the baby needs fireworks.â
After all four kids had been dispatched to bed; after Apolloâs mask had been rescued from a very overexcited puppy who seemed determined to maintain his secret identity; after Sammyâs perogies had been judged âchaotic but edibleâ; Yoshitsuneâs phone buzzed insistently on the kitchen counter.
He glanced at it while rinsing our mugs, his eyebrows raising. With a smirk, he wrapped his arms around me, chin resting on my shoulder so I could watch as he opened the message.
Maria Hill:Â Never again, MacCennedi. I mean it.
Yoshitsune MacCennedi:Â Never say never, Deputy Director.
Three dots appeared, vanished, and reappeared, and I snorted. âI can practically hear the long-suffering sigh from here.â
Maria Hill:Â Stark owes me a new door. And if I see that dog in tactical gear again, Iâm putting out an APB.
I rested my temple against his, smiling softly, and gently snagged the phone from between his fingers.
Yoshitsune MacCennedi:Â Itâs Li. Thanks for the head start, Maria.
There was a pause before the typing started again, long enough that a nervous chuckle escaped me.
Maria Hill:Â Iâm glad youâre happy, Lia. Get some rest, or Iâll be sending Nat to drag you back herself.
Yoshitsune laughed aloud - quiet and warm, the feeling resonating through me with his chest pressed to my back. He placed his phone down and turned me gently in his arms, pressing a kiss to my forehead. âMission accomplished?â
I gazed adoringly into his pale eyes, hands lacing against the back of his neck, the silence broken only by snow tapping gently against the window - soft, steady, ridiculous Canadian nonsense, and smiled tenderly.
Before my phone is charged and I get out of the house - another late part of FluffySpring2026 - 3 more to go!
There are life changes that you donât think about too much.Â
Different billboards on the way to work, a discontinued snack disappearing from the aisles of the shop you visit, a seasonal flavor of coffee coming and going with time. It can be a new bus stop on your local commute, a change in the bulb of the light on the street outside of your place, just a shade different from the rest in line, or even a new restaurant down the street that took over that second-hand shop that had the most unhinged mannequins set up in the window display.Â
Those are the small things you see but donât think about â it is something that is there, appearing without a second thought and becoming the new normal. It tingles your mind, registers, stays for a moment, and dissipates like morning mist.Â
You really have to perceive those things, actively focus your brain on the details to notice them. It can be by an external impulse â a friendly chat going to a new place, or by accident when your eyes land on something and you actually take in the object and the memory linked to it.Â
This morning, your brain decided it is time to witness the small things that surround you, for the first time since they appeared in your life.Â
The aroma of the freshly ground coffee beans fills the air, trying to chase away the lingering scent of the candles that were burning long into the night before you decided to put them out.Â
While you wait, toes curling into the fluffy material on your feet, you cannot help but notice a familiar white blanket tangled with another light blue one. Thrown on the edge of the sofa from last nightâs reading session before bed. From afar, you can almost feel how soft and warm it is, even if you cannot count the nights you were tangled in it. It was not yours, no, but it was at the same time your favourite blanket. Smelling like safety and midnight sky.Â
You tapped your fingers on the counter, trying your hardest not to follow the urge to reach out for it and abandon any hope of fully waking up in the name of the warmth it could provide. But prior to any decision, the light falls onto a set of extra keys with a star keychain shimmering in the morning light. The one that you bought ages ago at a flea market, handmade, with a gloss to it that reminded you of the fairy lights and warm summer nights spent together on the balcony â head resting on a shoulder, while the star twinkled in the distance, way above reach.Â
The smile is involuntarily spreading on your lips as you are pulled into the cozy memory, abruptly cut by the kettle. Without thinking, you reach for two cups and start the morning ritual, until your hand stops before reaching for the water. There was another small part that makes your eyes gleam, the small silicon mitten Xavier bought with pride â the last bunny design in the market, he told you the story of how he had to fight the grannies for it before finally getting his hands on the prize.Â
Setting the mugs down, you take a place by the counter to take the first few sips before you sneak inside the bedroom. But your eyes focus on another small thing, a soothing trace that your house is no longer only yours â Xavierâs writing on the side of the door, something you both did while moving in, something that you donât usually see as it merges into the landscape of everyday life. And before you know it, you are standing in the middle of the living room, following the tracks of your life together spread around like a testimony of your feelings. A love letter in the small things that blend into the days, while warm arms sneak around your waist, pulling you in a familiar embrace â a love letter signed with a hug.Â
âWhat do you mean itâs orange!?â you were equally terrified and angry at the bold statement that shattered your reality.Â
You spent hours, if not days, overthinking what exactly to wear for an auction with some of the really big players that apparently both Onychinus AND Association had eyes on.Â
It was not even because of the mission itself; you were going there with Sylus â of course, you wanted to match and present yourself just right.Â
Thatâs why this time, you decided to search for something in the color you thought you knew in and out. But apparently, you mixed it with orange!Â
âBlood orange. Was that not what you were going for, sweetie? More orange even, we might think about adding a bit of blood to match it to its name.â he tapped his feet, slow and deliberate, eyes following your every move with a sparkle of something familiar, but you couldnât quite crack it yet.Â
âItâs notâ Itâs not orange! Sylus!âÂ
âAh, kitten, itâs ok if you are a bit color blind⊠It might be the lightsââ he trailed off, his voice tipping to the familiar lilt he always had when he was teasing you. âYou can always wear the dress I bought for you if you prefer something more red.â It was a gentle suggestion, seeming completely casual, but it made your eyes squint at him.
Wait a moment.Â
You looked at him carefully â lips curved in the annoying smug expression on his stupidly punchable and illegally handsome face; hand resting on the box with a dress he brought, a smaller box resting on his lap.Â
Then it clicked in.Â
âAre you just saying that so I wear the dress you brought?â resting your hands on your hips, you walked closer.Â
âYou can wear whatever you want, sweetie. It doesnât really matter, you look stunning in anything, including this⊠orange one as well.â he smiled, holding your gaze, but it was hard not to hear the meaning behind his words, a small, anticipating tension.
I am very, very, very late to this FluffSpring, please don't perceive me... (I do plan on finishing all the prompts). Anyway, all packed and ready for another travel - using the free time well :)
âBetrayal! Cutie! This is the greatest offence since the shark incident!â Rafayel flailed in the water, splashing it on the sun-heated rocks with a strength that only a fish like himself could muster.
The usual theatrics made you glance at him, not stopping the giggle that chimed down from the full-on belly laughter moments ago, never fully leaving you.Â
âDonât be dramaticâŠâ you tried to ease him, deciding if a quick peck and escape from the refreshing ocean water would stop the incoming whining, or if it would be better just for him to let it all out â save yourself from a potential monologue, even if you had a suspicion that not saying anything might be worse. The world decided for you, as a nibble to your head, followed by a gentle tap on your shoulders, distracting you from the current overreacting triggerfish of your boyfriend, who flailed in the water once more.Â
âCutie!! Donât let them!âÂ
âItâs just some seaflowersâ you argued, the nuzzling of the seal getting stronger as it tried to reach the best seaweed from the top of your head.Â
âThis is a sea flower crown! My masterpiece is being violated! The monarchy is being overthrown! They are destroying the royal insignia I bestowed upon you!â he sighed, leaning on the rocks, and looking at the scene unfolding before him. His beautiful bride was attacked by a foul sea puppy fishing for a free meal of seaweed he so carefully braided for her.Â
You covered your face at his antics, biting on your lip. Maybe you shouldnât tell him that the sea king Rafayel is about to lose his own flower crown to a very cute, but very hungry sea pup.Â
You bet a storm of kisses will be enough to ease the sea godâs dramatic, after you lose the âmasterpieceâ he so beautifully crafted.Â
So... I'm not saying we're close to another milestone in follower numbers (we are), I'm also not saying we have anything planned for that (we really don't), but WHAT I might be saying is that IF we reach that milestone before July 1st, there MIGHT be a surprise? who knows đ„°
The chain is at a fair, and Legend decides that he wants one of the little plush toy prizes.
@flufftober alt. 24: Winning a Teddy for the Other
Link and snippet below the cut
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
âGet your-, get your-, get your popcorn here!â
âHot cucco drumsticks!â
âGet the ring in a cup! Three rings for only five rupees! Try your luck today!â
Legend did his best to tune out the cacophony of calls, ears folded back against his head. It was loud!
The chain had been dropped in an unknown time period. Apparently, there was some sort of festival going on, which meant that everybody and their mother was out wandering around. There were stalls selling every type of food you could think of, and even a few that you could not (Legend did not want to know what deep fried octorok tasted like).
More stalls held various games. Most of them were scams, the chance of winning so low that they'd be sure to make their money back on the cost of the many prizes hung up.
The prizes, however, were interesting to Legend. They weren't anything like he had in his Hyrule, nor had he seen similar in any of the other countries he'd visited. They looked soft, squishy, and were brightly-coloured. At one point, he'd gotten brave enough to step up to a stall and touch one, despite the stall-runnersâ disapproving stare, and had confirmed that they were exactly as cuddly as they looked.
He sort of wanted one. Not to use or anything, but this would likely be his only chance ever to get one. How could he live with himself if he didn't get one? The others called him a collector for a reason!
31 prompt fills for @marchofpain. Unfortunately, only three were used for @flufftober spring edition. The majority of prompt fills were written in the Call of Duty: Modern Warfare fandom. Two prompt fills are in the Saving Private Ryan fandom. Seven mini stories were created. All under the cut
A Slow Thaw
Miscalculation
Separated in the Shadows
The Weight of Silence
Sanctuary of Secrets Pt. 2
Under Their Watch
The Weight of The Water
Prompt fills;
Day 1: The Weight of Silence
Prompt used: March of pain; stressed
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: Poor mental health
Description: Everyone wonders if part of Jamie isolating herself is due to stress.
Day 2: The Quiet Vigil
Prompt used: MArch of pain; flu
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Ghost and Price discover Jamie has the flu, not a cold.
Day 3: Miscalculation
Prompt used: March of pain; Jump
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie ends up injured after jumping across a river.
Day 4: The Weight of The Lie
Prompt used: March of pain; Lies
Fandom: Saving Private Ryan
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie worries about her lie putting everyone in danger, while they worry about her health.
Day 5: The Weight of the Landing
Prompt used: March of pain; Fail
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie feels like she failed because she's injured.
Day 6: A Foolish Choice
Prompt used: March of pain; Reveal
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Soap discovers that Jamie is injured upon returning from a mission.
Day 7: The Safety Margin
Prompts used: March of pain; Hopeless
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: Mention of poor mental health
Description: Concerns about Jamie's mental health.
Day 8: Spring Fever
Prompts used: March of Pain: fever
flufftober spring edition: Welcoming Spring
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie thought her allergies were acting up. She's sick again.
Day 9: Fragmented Peace
Prompt used: March of pain; Fear + fluff
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Layla has a nightmare.
Day 10: Patient Hearts
Prompt used: March of pain; Heaven
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Soap wants to tell Layla how he feels but he knows he has to wait.
Day 11: Careful Hands
Prompts used: March of pain dy 11: Need
Flufftober spring edition day 3: sharing popcorn
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Soap is struggling with his thoughts.
Day 12: Words for the Weary
Prompts used: March of pain; worthless
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: Discussion of poor mental health.
Description: Everyone worries about Layla's mental health. Soap has an idea to help her.
Day 13: Soap's Concern
Prompts used: March of pain: Want
Flufftober spring edition - Fluffy Companion
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Soap wonders if Layla chooses to be in dog form or believes she is just a pet.
Day 14: Blind Ambition
Prompt used: flufftober spring edition-Â âHang on, let me help.â
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Ghost and Price hate that Jamie refuses to ask for help.
Day 15: Crossroads
Prompt used: March of Pain; overwhelmed
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Everyone feels overwhelmed trying to think of a solution on how to help Jamie.
Day 16: The Hidden Current
Prompt used: March of pain; secret
Fandom: Saving Private Ryan
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie continues to worry about syaing with the sqaud, who continue to worry about her.
Day 17: A Gentle Anchor
Prompt used: March of pain: helpless
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Â Jamie hates being treated as helpless.
Day 18: Ice and Attitude
Prompts used: March of pain: Ice
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie gives Soap a hard time.
Day 19: Silent Watch
Prompts used: March of pain: anxiety
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Ghost and Price worry Jamie is also dealing with a high level of anxiety.
Day 20: Unspoken Comfort
Prompts used: March of pain; yearn
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Layla tries to help Jamie ease Jamie's mental struggle.
Day 21: The Sergeantâs Watch
Prompts used: March of pain; water
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Soap cares for Jamie.
Day 22: Separated
Prompts used: March of pain; forest
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: The team ends up sperated in a forest during a mission.
Day 23: Silence in the Leaves
Prompts used: March of pain; hide
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare. Slasher house AU
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie hides from a possible threat.
Day 24: The Narrowing Path
Prompts used: March of pain; far
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Most of Task Force 141 is reunited.
Day 25: Rapid Descent
Prompts used: March of pain; dive
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie falls into a cold river.
Day 26: A Heavy Silence
Prompts used: March of pain; alone
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: Poor mental health
Description: Jamie feels alone.
Day 27: A Different Kind of Battle
Prompts used:
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: T
Warning: Poor mental health
Description: Jamie continues to struggle mentally.
Day 28: The Element of Survival
Prompts used: March of pain; close
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: With the help of a friend, Jamie finds the other members of Task Force 141.
Day 29: Cold Comfort
Prompts used: March of pain; fire
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Trying to warm Jamie after she's pulled from the river.
Day 30: The Weight of a Pendant
Prompts used:
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: After Soap's death.
Day 31: Tired or Rest
Prompts used: March of pain; run
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Description: Jamie is tired of resting.
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Jamie is sick with a cold again.
Combining;
@marchofpain; Day 8; fever. Day 21; water.
@flufftober spring edition; Day 1; Welcoming Spring
Under the cut
With the warmer weather, windows are being opened around the base. Jamie used to have to question if her allergies were acting up. Being on anti-anxiety medication isnât the greatest, but Jamie learned that her medicine prevents her from struggling with allergies when the pollen is high.
Jamie is lying on her bed, experiencing congestion. Jamie struggled to overlook it the entire morning, but by the afternoon, she reached her limit and retreated to her room.
A knock disturbs the roomâs quiet.
âJamie?â Price asks, worried.
He doesnât wait for her to say anything before entering her room.
He sees her lying on the bed. He looks at her, studying her expression. Price worries sheâs isolating herself again, but he notes her discomfort.
âWhatâs wrong?â
Jamie tells him her head feels congested, and she thinks her medicine is no longer keeping her allergies at bay. Price recognizes that the body can adjust and medications may lose effectiveness, but he disagrees with this possibility. He feels her forehead, not liking that she feels warm. He gets the thermometer from the bathroom.
Price learns Jamie has a low-grade fever.
âItâs not allergies, youâre sick again. Youâre staying in bed.â
Price gives Jamie medicine and leaves the room.
The rookies are running laps outside. Gaz and Soap are watching them. Price approaches them.
âWhereâs Jamie?â Soap asks. âItâs not like her to skip yelling at rookies.â
âSick again.â
âIs she going to get sick once a month?â Gaz jokes.
âNot funny,â Price scolds. âThis never happens to her. Iâm worried.â
âI think thatâs our answer that sheâs under more stress than usual,â Soap suggests. âWhich concerns me.â
âYou know she will not rest for long,â Gaz reminds Price.
âI know,â Price sighs.
An hour later, Jamie feels well enough to go out into the courtyard. She sits on the grass in the sun.
âWelcoming spring, are we?â Soap asks as he sits beside her. âYou shouldnât be out here.â
âWhat if Iâm tired of being inside?â
âI get it, but youâre supposed to be resting.â
Soap doesnât force Jamie back inside. He moves her onto his lap. Enjoying the sun with her.
Soap enjoys the sun with Jamie for thirty minutes before deciding she needs to get back inside.
âYou know a bath is relaxing while sick. Besides, if Price sees you outside, heâll yell at both of us.â
Jamie sighs annoyed, but agrees.
Jamie sits on the bed while Soap fills the tub. The Scotsman jokes about the lack of bubble bath soap. Once the tub fills, Soap leaves the bathroom. He sits on the bed, watching the door close. He knows Jamie will be fine, but he feels like he needs to stay and take care of her.
Jamie gets into the warm water. Finding it relaxing as Soap said.
Soap waits a half-hour before questioning if Jamie fell asleep. He suspects that the water must be getting cold by now. Heâs not sure if he should check on her. The door opens. Soap sees now relaxed Jamie is.
âLooks like you would have fallen asleep if you stayed in the tub any longer.â
He leads Jamie to the bed and has her lie on it. He covers Jamie with a blanket.
âSleep now. You need it.â
He watches Jamie fall asleep. He knows Jamie will sleep for a few hours, but he stays.
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Layla and Soap are on a weekend vacation.
Combining;
@marchofpain Day 9: Fear + Fluff. Day 10: Heaven. Day 11: Need.
@flufftober's spring edition; Day 3; sharing popcorn.
Combining;
@marchofpain Day 9: Fear + Fluff. Day 10: Heaven. Day 11: Need.
@flufftober's spring edition; Day 3l sharing popcorn
Under the cut
On the first warm weekend of spring, Soap planned a weekend trip for himself and Layla. They arenât the only ones in the house, but its size ensures Cade, Cogman, and Vivian wonât interrupt them.
âBehave,â Price warns. âI donât think sheâs ready for a relationship yet.â
âI know,â Soap sighs. âEven though her trauma isnât from an abusive relationship, I know sheâs still struggling, and a relationship isnât wise.â
âBut itâs clear you love her.â
âI know, it sounds like love at first sight, but Iâve had 6 months now to get to know her, and damn it, I love her.â
Price smiles and walks away.
Layla wonders why the rest of Task Force 141 and their allies arenât joining her and Soap for the weekend, but she also likes the idea of the two of them being alone. Soap feels like this is a weekend in heaven alone with the woman he loves.
âWeâve been lazy all day,â Layla comments as she and Soap sit in the hot tub.
âThatâs what a vacation is. No worrying about Price scolding us. Until Sunday night, when he reminds us to be back by 0600.â
Layla chuckles as Soap moves her onto his lap. She relaxes on him. Soap wonders if Layla will fall asleep on him, which he wouldnât mind.
âYou know what? Before you fall asleep, letâs get out,â Soap suggests.
âToo comfortable.â
Soap chuckles as he gets Layla to get out of the hot tub. He gets out and wraps her in a body towel before getting his towel.
Even in a towel, she looks good. Soap thinks.
He smiles when he sees her tail poking out, but it turns into anger at how Layla became a hybrid. Heâs reminded of the trauma she deals with and the nightmares.
Soap snaps out of his thoughts when Layla puts her towel on the lounge chair. While sheâs still a little skinny, Soap loves the way she looks. Hr approaches her and sits on the lounge chair.
âHere, let me help you dry your tail.â
In one hand, he holds her tail; in the other, he holds the towel. Heâs careful as he dries her tail. Once the two are dry, they go upstairs to the bedroom theyâre using to get dressed.
With clothes in hand, Soap went into the bathroom. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, scolding himself for thinking too far ahead. He knows that if heâs not careful, he could scare Layla.
While watching the movie, Layla relaxes on Soapâs lap. Soap suspects sheâll be asleep before the movie is over.
Soap carries Layla to her room and lays her in bed. He knows he should go to his own room, but gets into bed with Layla. He moves Layla closer, not leaving any space between them as he did the previous time they slept together. Wrapping his arms around her.
Peaceful sleep ends after a few hours. Soap wakes up, feeling Layla move in his arms. He doesnât take long to realize sheâs having a nightmare. He sighs, hating that sheâs still plagued with nightmares.
âLayla, youâre ok,â Soap assures her as he rubs her back, trying to wake her.
He frowns, seeing her twitch in her sleep, worried about how bad her nightmare is this time.
Layla takes a few minutes to wake up. She looks at Soap, terrified. Soap understood that the nightmare is about her experiences in the lab. He knows itâll take time for the nightmares to stop. Everyone who knows Layla knows there is no time frame for healing from what Layla went through, but they wish the nightmares would stop by now. Wishing six months was enough time.
âItâs ok. Youâre safe,â Soap assures her.
He lies on his back with Layla lying on him. He rubs her back, aiming to relax her. He smiles as he feels Layla relax.
âGood. Youâre safe. No one is going to hurt you.â
Soap sighs once Layla is asleep. He keeps his arms around her as he falls asleep.
