Oct 6, 2025
Fluffy Jamie belly! And toe beans. ❤️ That is all.
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Fluffy Jamie belly! And toe beans. ❤️ That is all.
I hope you're all doing well and fine and I send lots of love especially for those who struggle in a way or another during the holidays. 💖
Personally I feel a bit indifferent about the holidays; not that many good memories of them, and I’m used to work my way through Christmas (I love the vibes at work on Christmas). This is the first Christmas in over 10 years I’m not with the meemaws and peepaws at work and I don’t know what am I supposed to doooo. Probably read some tooth-rotting holiday fluff laced with some festive smut while downing some glögi, so here we go. Some of these are from 25 days of harry and draco, run don’t walk to check out this year’s (and the previous!) advent fics. So cute, so good. Here's some of my favorites:
Glace You are a sweet, please do not let these discussions about Shizuo/Izuo affect you :( I find that it is very childish that people discuss this in your inbox.I send you a hug and im waiting for the next chapter of WWLB 💖(I liked it so much that you even motivated me to write a fanfiction)But I write you for something else! IMAGINE THIS Shizuo and Izaya on an date, meet a dog, Izaya is afraid (he tries to look calm) Shizuo realizes and helps him to pet the dog 🥺
YOU’RE SO SWEET LAURETRA <3
I’m okay I promise. If it seems like I’m not posting as much it’s because I’m busy, not that I’m upset or distancing myself from the fandom!! It won’t be much longer though. ;w;
And Aaaaaa I’m so glad you’re inspired to write!! Please feel free to let me know if you post anything!!!
And AAAAAAAA Shizuo helping Izaya through his fears!!! HE PROTECC.
This has been a hard week with a huge deadline and zero motivation. This update was such a blessing to my mood. I could not stop smiling. Thank you for the fluff. 😘
Hiii!💖 I hope that you are doing well! I just wanted to request a little something with Cal if you don’t mind or aren’t busy. I just failed an exam and I’m feeling really bad an dumb so uh I guess I would want something to make me feel better. This request sucks lmao I’m sorry, I am in crisis🥺 i’ll stop crying now hahaha you can ignore this ily
Oh no sweetie, I hope you’re doing okay! Sorry if the fic is a day overdue and I couldn’t help but consider this as an emergency—no one gets sad on my watch! ÙωÚ I hope this fic can make you feel better. And no, sweetie, you’re not dumb—YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL!! 💖💖💖
I know I’m knee-deep with requests but if someone is sad and relies on me to cheer them up, I can’t simply ignore that~ :”) I hope sooner or later, I’ll hear from you smiling already~ :3
Oh and little fun fact, I took inspiration from your previous profile icon—the one with Rapunzel—and listened to I See The Light while writing this for an extra personal touch *finger guns* 😉 I also referenced a festival that we usually celebrate here in my country UwU
“Festival of Flowers” | Cal Kestis x Reader
Tags: Flower Festival, Inspired by Tangled
Also posted in AO3
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Cal noticed that you have been awfully quiet the whole day ever since you two got back from Dathomir. You couldn’t help but keep recalling the moment where you flunked a move that allowed the Nightbrother to strike you with his mace. You feared that you’ve lost your touch, your skill, and grace and lost to someone with a crude fighting style.
Asking you if you’re okay didn’t exactly do much, whenever Cal looked away, you’d go back to skulking; now, you’re whiling away your time reading BD-1’s databank entries uploaded to your datapad at the couch. He pretended to go to the galley, fixed himself a glass of water, and peered over your shoulder and found you reviewing lightsaber combat forms.
He didn’t say anything, he finished his glass and marched back to the cockpit, leaving you in the solace of your privacy. Cal went to the holotable and typed the coordinates of a planet. It was a planet that he had heard from Master Tapal as a child.
“Setting course for…” Cal shushed Greez before he could say the name of the planet out loud. The captain got the hint. “Aggio? Never heard of it.”
“It’s a planet my master told me about, I’ve never been there myself,”
“And we’re going here because?”
“It’s a surprise,” Cal smirked. “For her.”
Cere and the captain exchanged glances as soon as Cal stepped out of the cockpit to join you at the couch. He casually settled himself next to you on the sofa, propping his foot over his knee and slouching his back against the backrest.
“Hey,”
You turned to face him and parroted his greeting.
“What are you up to?”
You stammered, “Oh, um, studying… reading…”
“That’s a new thing I’ve heard from you,”
“I was a bit of a study bug when I was a Padawan whenever Master and I are back at the temple,”
You heard the humming of the ship and saw the flash of blue light through the windshield.
“Where are we headed?”
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” he cooed.
Now that he has piqued your interest, the first phase of his plan is proceeding accordingly. You took his statement with a grain of salt and continued studying. Hours later, you have completed the learning modules of the lightsaber forms from Form I to Form IV—all that time you spent studying and figuring out if one form is compatible to mix with the other was the exact travel time the Mantis needed to get to Cal’s secret planet.
When you felt the suspension bounce against the surface, you put the datapad away and joined Cal by the cockpit. The Mantis landed in a high forest clearing, in the north, a town can be reached with just a short trek. Cal abruptly grabbed you by the hand and dragged you out of the ship, clearly, he was excited to show you everything there is to see about the planet.
You stand at the edge of the small rise of land that overlooks the town. Even in broad daylight, the town radiated a certain kind of brightness around it—as if its aura pooled and then burst for everyone to see.
“Where are we?”
“This is Aggio, it’s a planet that I’ve only heard from Master Tapal, the stories he used to tell me about this planet was something straight out of a fairy tale,”
“Oh?” you cooed, your curiosity obviously more piqued than earlier.
Not once did Cal ever let go of your hand as he brought you into the town. Left and right, colors flooded your vision—the sparkling blue of its lake, the vibrant colors of the flowers that are too many to name, even the most neutral of colors like white and beige pop out just right in the spectrum! All the townsfolk—diverse as they are—were in all sorts of cheer, it was the contagious kind and you can’t help but smile as well.
All of a sudden, you forgot all of your worries drowned by the colors and the music.
Street musicians filled with the air with their instruments, artists joined by children color the streets with paint and chalk, and vendors offered you their trinkets. For each and every thing the two of you pass by, BD-1 was there to scan everything he could get his lenses on.
“Slow down with the scanning, buddy! I don’t want you overworking your processor!”
“Boo! Bee, trill woop!”
“This place is so beautiful,” you gasped. “I’ve never seen anything like it!”
The two of you came across what ought to be the town’s main plaza, you were separated when a group of children tugged you by the hem of your shirt and asked you to join them in painting the road. You drew the Shyyyo Bird and told its story to the children, enamored with the fantastic beast, they decided to draw their own versions of the bird in different sizes and colors.
Meanwhile, an elderly vendor has been noticing Cal fawning over you as you play with the children; he then offered Cal a bright-colored flower and spoke in his native dialect, it was a foreign one that Cal wasn’t fluent in. Luckily, BD-1 was there to translate it word-for-word.
“Give it to the person with whom you share a deep, special connection to,” Cal repeated. “Since when did you have a translator?”
“Bee, woop!”
“[y/n] did that, huh?”
He stared at the flower and then spotted you sitting with the children, continuing to draw pictures on the street, this time you were drawing BD-1 for them and then explained to them what it is. He smiled to himself and the elderly vendor spoke to him again adding more bits to the lore, shortly after, a woman approached the two of them.
“My apologies, my father is not used to Galactic Basic,” said the young woman. “He said that it is in Aggio’s culture, especially during the Pabena Festival, for a lover to give a flower to their beloved. It’s what makes the celebration all the more special—it deepens the lovers’ relationship.”
“I see, I’ve only heard much from someone. I didn’t know about this one until now,”
“I see that you are a traveler, this is my first time seeing you,”
“Frankly, I didn’t know there’d be a festival. I only decided to bring her over,” he returned his attention to you. “Though, I do know that this place was very festive. Please, let me pay for this.”
“No, no need. It’s a gift. My father likes giving them often. Besides, we have enough from this month’s harvest!”
One child walked up to you and tied a ribbon strewn with flowers on your hair. The woman spotted you as she glanced past Cal’s shoulder and she got the hint.
When the parents from the crowd began waving their hands at their children, beckoning them to come to them, they towed you along. The children were so small that you had to lean a bit lower so you could understand them when you’re spoken to.
“It’s time for the parade!” the little boy chirped as his tiny hand held onto your three fingers together, but his mother snatched him up and settled her boy on top of his father’s shoulders.
“I’ll watch it, don’t worry!” you cooed.
You found Cal in the crowd. He showed you the flower that he had been hiding behind his back. It was a pleasant surprise to you, Cal’s heart fluttered when he saw your smile.
Your eyes lit up as you held the flower close to you, “I’ve seen this flower before, but only in pictures at the Jedi Archives. It’s so much more beautiful in person.”
“They said it’s part of their culture to give flowers to their beloved. It gets extra special when they do it during the Pabena Festival,”
“Really? That’s such a beautiful tradition, perhaps the best one I’ve heard by far!”
The entrance of the parade began with a rhapsody of trumpets, drums, and whistles. A chorus of singers marching in the frontline of the band. A column of dancers brandished their colorful costumes and lithe movements on both sides of the marchers.
You held onto the flower as you hooked your arm around Cal’s, the two of you continued to watch the parade until its last segment. When the energy from the town subsided after the performance, Cal decided to be your tour guide and strolled along the town. BD-1 is still having his fill of scanning everything you pass by in the town. The three of you came across a mosaic mural depicting the first dwellers of the planet, possibly hinting how the festival came to be.
You were enjoying your time in Aggio so much that you didn’t realize that it was already dusk. Although the sky was still so clear, hints of golden sunlight began to deepen in color as the sun sank.
Cal leaned closer to your ear, “Come on, there’s another thing I want to show you.”
He led you to the docks by the town’s vast lake and bought a candle fixed in front of a water lily on a pad.
“They said these candles and flowers are offerings to keep the land fertile so they can still grow more crops and flowers,” Cal explained as he inched it closer so he and you hold it on both sides. “And we have to make a wish before we set it out to the water. Ready?”
The glow danced about in your faces as the candlelight flickered.
“Yeah,” you beamed, even in a whisper.
There was brief moment of silence between you and him. He peeped his one eye open and watched you solemnly saying your wish in your mind. It was only a few seconds’ worth and then you’re ready to sail it to the lake. Carefully setting down the lily pad on the water, you and Cal gently push it at the same time so it flows along the current with the others.
You and Cal sat down by the shore, he wrapped his arm around you as the sky began to darken and the candles illuminated the lake. You snuggled close to him with a smile that you can’t seem to take off of your face even if you wanted to.
“This has been the best evening I’ve ever had, Cal,”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Thank you,”
He inched closer to you until your lips met, he shifted in his seat and caressed your face as he locked lips with you. He’s certain that he felt your smile in between kisses, your heart fluttered, goosebumps pelted your skin, and your hand wandered to his cheek. When you pulled away, you kept your gentle hands on his face, nose-to-nose with each other, the two of you exchanged smiles while watching the night drift by the sea of candlelight with your fingers intertwined.
Two Hundred Seventeen Days
The Love Square Fluff Week shenanigans have begun! @zenmisery and I have collaborated to bring this work based on our favorite oblivious dorks. You can find it all on AO3 here. Enjoy, you shippers!
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Seven Days
“I’m telling you, Sugarcube. We gotta do something.”
Tikki watched as her fellow kwami floated back and forth across her holder’s balcony. She hadn’t seen Plagg pace like this since Adrien’s dietician had put the boy on a dairy-free diet for two weeks last spring prior to a swimsuit runway show.
He rubbed his black velvet head with his paws like he was trying to soothe a headache. Not that kwamis ever got actual headaches, of course. She forced back a smile as he reminded her of one of Marinette’s freaking out sessions.
“First it was getting out of that school of theirs—“
“They graduated, Plagg. It’s what human teenagers do in this country.”
“—so they couldn’t see each other there. Then that jerkwad of a dad of his starts working my kid fourteen hours a day over the summer.”
“Adrien knew what he was getting into,” Tikki reasoned.
“Then your bug starts even more school; and just as my kid’s modeling schedule lightens up, office hours are added to his plate. And then, the New Year rolls around and Chat Noir and Ladybug decide to scale back patrols to every other week? What is wrong with them?!”
“Sometimes it’s every week.”
Plagg turned to face the red kwami, and threw out his stubby arms in a wide gesture. “They’re supposed to be getting closer together, not drifting further apart!”
“I know, but they are just starting their adult lives and need to figure things out on their own. Make their own choices.”
“Oh, believe me, no one needs to learn how to make their own choices more than my boy, but he is making bad choices when it comes to his Lady Pigtails.”
“You know she doesn’t wear her hair like that anymore.”
“And what about you? ” Plagg pointed an accusing paw at Tikki, ignoring her comments.
“Me?!”
“What exactly are you doing to try to help the situation, huh?”
“Nothing, Plagg. I’m not going to manipulate my holder’s love life.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you should,” Plagg grumped.
“We can’t. It isn’t right.”
Plagg swooped closer and took Tikki’s paws in his own, looking into her deep blue eyes with his acid green ones. Tikki almost gasped. She hadn’t seen Plagg this serious since before the fall of the Roman Empire. “Tikki, you know those kids are meant to be together. You’re the kwami of creation. You know when two people are made for each other. The longer they're apart, the longer it will take and harder it will be for them to find each other again. You know what could happen if they don’t. I don’t want to see that again.”
Tikki did know. She’d seen their holders drift apart before. She knew the consequences. It wasn’t pretty. She didn’t want that for Marinette and Adrien. They were the best Ladybug and Chat Noir they’d ever had.
“So what are you suggesting?” she asked cautiously. “That we tell them the truth about their identities and what will happen if they remain separated? You know we can’t do that.”
Plagg shook his head. “No, no, nothing like that. I think all they need is a little nudge—put them in the right places at the right times. A push of luck, you could say.”
He winked and a sly grin stretched across his feline features. That rarely led to anything good.
“What kind of push?” She was still feeling skeptical (I mean, this was Plagg we were talking about after all—the imp of destruction, chaos and misfortune), but she was willing to listen. She knew how much he genuinely cared for his latest kitten.
“Oh, you know. A well-timed suggestion here. A deleted item from a calendar there. They just need opportunities to spend time together. Their stupid, human, teenage hormones should take care of the rest.”
Tikki rolled her eyes. Plagg could be so tactless, but he wasn’t necessarily wrong….
She hummed, taking a moment to weigh the pros and cons. Finally, she snapped her eyes back up to her counterpart, her decision made. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Plagg’s ears perked up and his tail curled happily.
“Let’s do it. They deserve some happiness.”
“Yes! See? I told you agreeing with me wouldn’t make the universe collapse.”
“The jury’s still out on that, but if we’re going to do this, I have some ground rules.”
“Of course you do.”
“One, we can't tell them each other’s identities.”
“Naturally.”
“Two, nothing too overt, so no locking them in a closet or anything.”
“Aww, you’re no fun.”
Tikki ignored that. “So how long do you figure this will take? A month?”
Plagg scoffed. “I give them seven days. After that, I bet you ten wheels of my precious camembert that my kid won’t be able to keep his paws off her.”
Tikki groaned and ran her paws down her face. “Why did I let you talk me into this?” she asked, exasperated. She looked at her partner seriously and placed her stubby paws on her hips. “So, what’s the plan?”
“How does your girl feel about rock concerts?”