Simon was flipping a pancake when you came tip toeing, unsure and frowning before rubbing an off white shirt up and down his muscled arms.
“Want pancakes, love ?” He asked, only to find his lovely omega sniffing up the shirt with a hum and going' back to bedroom. He huffed and poured the sizzling batter.
Five more minutes he watched with concerned eyes, while you ignored his many calls to eat something, just looking up with an unsatisfactory glance around, taking discarded socks and even tissues Simon was sure he threw just this morning, picking random objects up and sniffing them before looking at him with glowing eyes and asking him to hold them or rub these things on him.
“What is it baby, huh ?” He asked again, pouring maple syrup and chocolate over the pancakes just as you liked.
This time, you regarded him —“Gimme ya shirt.” And by that, you weren't even asking, straight up demanding with your palm outstretched to ask for the shirt he was wearing.
“Oh.” Simon chuckled, it took him only a moment to unbutton swiftly and hand over the shirt to you. “Need anything more, your highness ?”
“Mmm” You seemed to think for a bit, then without warning pinched out his hair, and with a satisfying smile rushed back to bedroom, unaware of your amused yet stunned alpha.
“Come back here ya lil' sweetie !” Simon called after you, holding up the breakfast plate.
He waited for you to come out again and hope around in for your odyssey but you didn't come out again.
Simon smiled to himself, knowing what you were upto and decided this was getting concerning and needed intervention right now. So he set aside the plate and wandered inside the bedroom.
And there he found his beautiful omega, you were biting your lips and tapping your foot like you always did when anxious, looking at the bed which has been now decorated with many of his clothes, his used cup, and his socks, there was his military gear too, all stacked up beautifully in an clumsy attempt.
Simon's heart welled up with extreme affection, his precious omega was making a nest with his things, everything that smelled like him.
“Babe—” he reached out to you, but your shoulders were already shaking with unshed tears. “This is not good.” You sniffed back as Simon's big hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you until your tears kissed his bare chest.
“It's the most beautiful nest my love. Look at you, my lil’ omega working so hard.” Simon coddled you, his eyes glancing at the bed with heart eyes, there were pillows from the couch he was napping this morning over. The newspaper he was reading was secured too, his mask was tucked in the middle of the headboard. You made it all around him because he was your safe place, your alpha mate.
“Do you like it ?” You looked up with tears stained eyes, honestly it felt like a mess to you, like a cluster of things you'd gathered up and dumped together.
But Simon made you feel safe, you couldn't imagine anything else in your nest except everything that was him.
Simon kissed your forehead first, then a peck to your lips and again, because you were his.
“I love it,” He smiled with bright eyes, “I love you my baby.”
the sun's up early, peeking through the sheer curtains hung in your bedroom. your eyes open slowly, blinking away the night and welcoming a new day. clark's already awake, contently watching you and drawing lazy circles on your hip. your leg is slung across his, hand resting on his bare chest. a yawn from you erupts the comfortable silence, and he chuckles.
"g'morning sweetheart." he smiles when you turn your head to look at him. his ocean blue eyes sparkle in the early morning sunlight. he notices your heart rate picks up from that slow, steady rhythm it has while you rest. "mornin' handsome..." you peck his cheek and smile as blush curls around his ears. you sit up to check the clock like you always do, 6:47 am, and groan aloud. clark reads your mind and immediately opens his mouth to reassure you. "it's saturday, hun."
a sigh of relief leaves you as you slump back into his arms. you feel a laugh rumble in his chest, and you nuzzle your head further into the crook of his neck. he hums in satisfaction as you begin planting soft kisses along his jawline. "sleep good?" you ask, muffled behind his skin. you smile at his little 'mhm' and reach up to run your fingers through his curls. slowly, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you to sit on top of him. you shuffle, positioning your legs at his sides to get comfortable.
"hi, beautiful." he says, looking up at you with pure admiration. even with sleep in your eyes and messy bed head, you were still the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. you felt butterflies in your stomach flutter, proof that somehow, he still made you feel as you did the day you met. "hi.." you said with a light chuckle, leaning down to place a loving kiss to his soft lips. he smiled into the kiss, placing his hands on your waist. you pulled away slowly, letting your body fall onto his.
as you got comfortable in your new position, he stroked your hair soothingly. you hummed in satisfaction, a non-verbal request for him to keep going. soon after, he heard soft snores and breaths emitting from you. with a light chuckle, he lifted his head from the pillow to softly kiss yours. laying back down, he decided it wasn't such a bad idea to get a few more hours of sleep in. so, as the city of metropolis slowly rose to its feet; streets busy, cafes full, there was the two of you. resting peacefully in your own quiet world, full of love.
a/n: thought of this yesterday morning and thought it was adorable. just had to write it! :3 hope u love it!! 💝 xo, lex
Summary - What started as a silly pact in third year—that if neither of you had a date to the Yule Ball, you’d go together—suddenly isn’t so silly anymore. Cedric Diggory keeps his word, but the whispers, the dancing, and the way he looks at you make it clear this night is going to change everything.
Warning - This is a fluffy friends-to-lovers one-shot with mutual pining, soft Cedric Diggory energy, and a slow build to a sweet confession. Expect plenty of Hogwarts gossip, secondhand embarrassment, and a whole lot of golden retriever charm. No angst, just fluff and tension.
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The pact had been a joke at first. Third year, crammed in the library with Cedric across from you, parchment and ink smudges everywhere, when he leaned back in his chair and grinned that grin that always got him out of trouble with professors. “If neither of us has a date to the Yule Ball, we’ll go together,” he’d said, so casual, like he was suggesting a game of Exploding Snap. You had snorted, rolling your eyes, quill tapping against your parchment. “Deal. But don’t blame me if you regret it when every girl in Hogwarts is fighting to go with you.” Cedric had only shrugged, that maddeningly confident but kind smile tugging at his mouth. “I’d rather go with you anyway.” You’d laughed it off, certain it was nothing serious.
And yet here you were, two years later, slipping your hand into the crook of his arm as you descended the staircase into the Great Hall. The room shimmered with enchanted snowflakes and glittering icicles, chandeliers reflecting soft light across the polished floor. It should have been breathtaking, but all you could think about was the warmth of Cedric’s arm beneath your hand and how the whispers started the second the two of you walked in together.
People weren’t surprised to see Cedric Diggory looking like he had just walked off the cover of Witch Weekly, his dark robes perfectly cut, his hair neat in that boyish way that somehow made him even more unfairly handsome. No, the whispers were because of you—because of the way his eyes found yours, soft and lingering, like you were the only thing worth looking at in a hall full of magic.
You leaned closer, cheeks burning. “They’re staring.”
Cedric tilted his head, smirking slightly. “Good. Let them.” His voice was low enough that only you could hear.
You swallowed hard, trying to remind yourself this was Cedric—your friend, your study partner, the boy who once tried to sneak you extra Pumpkin Pasties after you’d had a rough day. He wasn’t supposed to make your stomach feel like it was full of fizzing whizbees.
He led you onto the dance floor, his hand slipping carefully to your waist, the other holding yours with a gentleness that didn’t match his confident stride. The music swelled, and you tried to breathe normally as he twirled you under the fairy lights. He caught you when you stumbled, laughing, and the sound of it—his warm, boyish laugh—made your chest ache in ways you hadn’t prepared for.
“You’re terrible at pretending this is just a pact,” he teased softly, his breath brushing your ear.
You blinked up at him, startled. “I—what?”
Cedric’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second, as if he’d said too much. “Nothing,” he said quickly, spinning you again, but the glimmer in his eyes lingered.
The rest of the night blurred into a haze of dancing, laughter, and the ever-present weight of eyes on the two of you. More than once you caught girls whispering behind their hands, boys looking surprised, teachers smiling knowingly. Every time, Cedric’s hand on your waist tightened protectively, as though he was daring anyone to question why he’d chosen you.
But by the time the clock chimed midnight, the crowded heat of the Great Hall had become overwhelming. You slipped outside into the cool night air, your breath fogging in the frosty stillness. The music and chatter still drifted faintly from inside, but out here it was quiet—except for the crunch of Cedric’s shoes on the snow-dusted path as he followed you.
“You okay?” he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched against the cold.
You nodded, though your heart was hammering. “Just needed some air.”
Cedric stepped closer, the pale moonlight silvering his features, making him look softer, less untouchable. His usual confidence seemed gone, replaced with something hesitant. “I need to say something,” he began, voice low.
You tried to laugh, though it came out shaky. “That sounds ominous.”
He smiled faintly, then exhaled. “About our pact.”
“I don’t want anyone to think…” He paused, searching for the right words. “…that I brought you here just because of a promise.”
You frowned, heat rushing to your cheeks. “Cedric, no one thinks that. They all—”
“I think it.” His voice was firmer now, though still threaded with nerves. He took another step closer, and you could see the way his hands curled in his pockets, like he was holding himself back. “Because it wasn’t just a pact for me anymore. Hasn’t been, for a long time.”
The world tilted slightly, your breath catching. “What are you saying?”
Cedric finally pulled his hands free, running one through his hair before letting it drop helplessly. “I like you. More than I should’ve let myself. More than just a friend. And tonight—seeing you like this, with everyone looking at us—it’s driving me mad keeping it in.”
For a moment, you just stared at him, the words sinking in, rearranging every memory you had with him: the late-night study sessions, the inside jokes, the way his smile always softened when he saw you across the hall. It had been there all along, hadn’t it?
“You’re an idiot,” you whispered finally, though your lips were trembling into a smile. “Because I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
Cedric’s laugh broke out, startled and relieved, and before you could say anything else he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him. He smelled faintly of soap and something woodsy, familiar and warm, and you melted into him, your heart thundering.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath clouding in the cold. His voice was low, playful again but tinged with wonder. “So… does this mean I can kiss you, or do we need to make another pact?”
You laughed, tugging him down by the collar of his robe. “Shut up, Diggory.”
And then his lips were on yours—gentle at first, careful, as though he couldn’t believe this was real. But when you leaned in, smiling against his mouth, his hands slid to your waist, holding you like he’d never let go.
Inside, the music played on, but out under the stars, with snow drifting softly around you, the pact you’d made years ago didn’t matter anymore. It had brought you here, yes, but what you had now—this—was something entirely your own.
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Welcome to my 12 days of Fluffmas 2025 masterlist! This is my first year participating, and I'm super hyped for all the cozy prompts.
Happy Reading <3
I'll be doing this as a Christmas countdown, so Day One Will be dropping on December 14th and you guys will be getting a little fluff piece Every day leading up to Christmas prompts are a combination of @12daysofchristmas's challenge prompts rearranged into the order I wanted and a few that I came up with myself.
Day One: Decorating the House
Eddie decides that it's time to put up the Christmas decorations. When you remind him that he has yet to take down the ones from Halloween, what started as a ploy to avoid clean-up detail turns into the most metal Christmas ever.
Eddie Munson x Pre-established relationship!Reader
Day Two: Knitting Something Warm for Someone
You're spending your first Christmas with all of Eddie's friends, and take up knitting to make sure that they all get something special to open around the tree.
Eddie Munson x Pre-established relationship!Reader
Day Three: Baking together
You're making cookie boxes for your friends and family. Eddie's help is enlisted to help you with holiday baking and makes you regret it almost immediately.
Eddie Munson x Pre-established relationship!Reader
Day Four: Snowball fight
Eddie catches you off-guard while trying to clear the snow off the van in the morning. An all out war ensues.
Eddie Munson x Pre-established relationship!Reader
Day Five: Teaching Someone to Skate
You try to teach Eddie how to skate, but overestimate his ability to keep himself upright.
Eddie Munson x Pre-established relationship!Reader
Day Six: Putting together a gingerbread house
You and Eddie bring some Gingerbread house making kits to movie night at Steves and find yourselves in a competition that Eddie has in the bag.
Eddie Munson x Pre-established relationship!Reader
Day Seven: Driving around seeing Christmas lights
It's Eddie's first Christmas outside of prison and you make sure to pull out all the stops to ensure he gets into the holiday spirit. First up, driving around to see the lights in the nicest neighbourhood in town.
Ex-Con!Eddie Munson x Prison penpal!Reader
Day Eight: Snowed in
You find yourself stuck at your dealer's house in the middle of a snowstorm. The power goes out and the chill in the air sets in quickly, resulting in the two of you cuddled up in his bed, forced to confront the feelings that have been having since you met.
Dealer!Eddie Munson x Customer!Reader
Day Nine: DIY Gift/Gift wrapping gone wrong
You and Eddie decide to get Wayne a Christmas gift, but insist on wrapping it yourselves.
Eddie Munson x Best friend!Reader
Day Ten: Under the mistletoe
The kids devise a plan to finally get you and Eddie together after watching you pine after one another for weeks.
Eddie Munson x New Girl!Reader
Day Eleven: Last Minute Preparations
Eddie is losing his mind trying to assemble a Barbie dream house for his Daughter on Christmas Eve. Luckily, you're around to save the day.
Single Dad!Eddie Munson x Pre-established relationship!Reader
Day Twelve: Exchanging gifts
You and Eddie have a quiet morning by yourselves exchanging gifts before meeting the rest of the gang at Steve's house on Christmas Day for a very loud and chaotic evening.
Eddie Munson x Pre-established relationship!Reader
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Radioapple recs filled with fluff and/or silly tropes please! I need something light-hearted to start the new year with.
Ooh, fluff! I've got some of those for ya! :D
Of the ones I've recommended before on this blog, I'd say the fluffiest one would be The Telepathic Tango by Otoshigo, though plenty others get silly! (It's just that the others all also include unfluffy storylines to go along with the silliness.)
And onwards to Other Recommendations!
Non-Smutty Fics
Public Indecency by keelywolfe - Ironic in its non-smuttitude, given the name, but it's a fun, silly little oneshot!
The Definition of Insanity (Results May Vary) by MothballMilkshake - Fluffy marriage proposal shenanigans!
Alastor and Lucifer do whatever the Hell this is by Vagabond_Sloth - This is another one that might get its own post soon, it's a fascinating series that fits like puzzle pieces into an accompanying (linked from the first story) series called "Husk and Angel Do a Romance". Very fluffy, very silly. Personally, I'd recommend reading the Huskerdust series first, because it reads like a full-on mystery that way, in which the mystery is "what the HELL are Alastor and Lucifer doing in the background", and then you get to read this series and have that mystery solved!
My Little Wolf by Otoshigo - Another fun Otoshigo story! In which Alastor keeps calling Lucifer increasingly inane pet names, and he is very confused.
These Kisses are Very Telling by MothballMilkshake - Mistletoe shenanigans!!! Lucifer smooches SO many people in his attempts to smooch Alastor!!!
Drawn Together by romanaxe - Adorable Secret Santa fluff! <3
my love is mine, all mine by silverbindings - A cute lil oneshot, in which Charlie wingmans for her dad by accident.
Of Saints and Sinners by morningstar_writes - THE fluffy RadioApple story, if you like RadioApple and you like fluff and you have not read this behemoth, WHAT are you doing. :P (And by that I mean "hey I think you'll like this").
Smutty Fics
There are Such Things as Stupid Questions by MothballMilkshake - One of the funniest things I've ever read, honestly I might have to make it its own post right after this, it's...holy fuck it's hilarious. The plot is dick helicopters. That's it. That's the plot. (Oh, and balls. That's the other plot. It's beautiful.)
Here's the Stitch by eternalscout - This is the most exquisite crack; I beta-read this story, and I just about died laughing the whole time. In this fic, Alastor and Lucifer have spent the past month occasionally being puppeted around, having casual conversations while their bodies are flopping around together against their will, and they need to figure out how to make it stop (while confronting the fact that they're honestly enjoying themselves).
good morning, my deer by captivatedintrovert - Sleepy morning sex with some consensual somno elements, very fluffy!
To Be the Perfect Angel, Some Sin Must Be Done by eternalscout - Ever wanted RadioApple doing BDSM and getting into Situations(TM)? Feat. Alastor in a sk8r Boi outfit, dance marathons, and more research than you could ever imagine (not in that order)! xD
I'm so happy this fic just reached 100 kudos! hihi It's so fun when a silly idea turns into an actual fic and then other people enjoy it too
Flowers don't tell (they show) (4330 words) by opheliaandthesun
Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin
Summary: Clarke has gotten tired of having to reject Finn's continuous flirting attempts. When potted plants start showing up at her door, she can't help but assume they're his newest attempt at ignoring her rejection. Because who else could they be from? Too bad she loves flowers and can't bring herself to trash them.
I'm realizing that I write mostly fluff w/ a poetic bent (yes, also with an undercurrent of angst, because I write in Arda; the light and shadow will always tango, that's just JRRT!). It's probably at least part of why next to nobody cares (my stats are atrocious).
But I guess in *gestures around at everything*, I need the goodness. The sweetness, the natural beauty, the love (of various kinds)...I need the reminder that even while there is that ever present shadow, so is there also light. That kindness and generosity and selflessness are still possible.
