#fluffyjulyday11

[cloversdreams]

Fluffy July Day 11 Pairing: Atsushi x Akutagawa (Bungo Stray Dogs)

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"Still no signal," Atsushi sighed. He paced back and forth holding his phone as high as he could. Nothing. Without any power to charge it, he decided to shut it off for now.

Atsushi's gaze shifted to the window which was blanketed in white. He was just thinking out loud when he said, "The storm must be just as bad if not worse everywhere else."

In other words, they couldn't get out and nobody else could get in. This certainly wasn't a promising start to their mission. Speaking of, his companion seemed even quieter than usual, which was a near impossibility.

Atsushi turned back towards the other man and blinked. Even with every blanket they'd found in this cabin wrapped around his shoulders, he seemed like he was shivering as he sat there on the couch.

"You look cold," Atsushi said loud enough for the other man to hear. He was met with a cough then a deadpan stare.

"A normal person would be, weretiger." Akutagawa grumbled. He sunk into the blankets so only his eyes were still visible. The rest of his words were muffled when he said, "You're the outlier here."

Atsushi wasn't completely sold on that. Though he supposed it was understandable. He turned and looked back to the raging storm outside. He supposed he could transform his arms and legs then run into town to check on things there.

But what would happen if they were powerless as well? It'd be a wasted trip and he'd have left his partner alone for no reason. Not to mention the sun was already starting to set, which meant the temperature would soon begin to drop even more. He was all right with that but as for his companion, well... he just wasn't suited for it.

He glanced back at Akutagawa. Surely, the guy would tell him to leave so he could have some peace if he even brought it up. But that didn't sit right with Atsushi. Like it or not, they were in this together. That meant he couldn't just let the guy turn into a human popsicle.

So it seemed like it was time to think outside the box. Atsushi plopped down onto the couch and let out a sigh. Ok. Here it goes. He reached over and wrapped an arm around the bundled up man.

"Just what do you think you're doing!" Akutagawa hissed.

"I'm warming you up." Atsushi replied without missing a beat.

"I'm fine." Akutagawa tried to pull away. Though his voice was raspy from coughing and he seemed physically weaker than usual.

"You're a human ice cube." Atsushi kept his grip firm.

"...Rashomon."

A thin bit of the other man's dark ability slipped from underneath the blankets and aimed directly at his own neck. He coughed twice.

"What are you doing?" Atsushi asked.

"I'd rather die than be subjected to this." Akutagawa replied matter-of-factly.

"Don't you think you're being a little dramatic?" Atsushi asked. When he was met with nothing but that familiar, unwavering glare, Atsushi finally released him. The ability retreated right afterwards and he went right back to shivering where he sat.

This was crazy. Atsushi couldn't just wait until the guy passed out to try and help him but, man, he was just so stubborn! Well, he supposed he was out of options at this point. Time for something extreme.

Atsushi stood, cracked his neck side to side, then threaded his fingers together and stretched his arms out far above his own head. He could practically feel the piercing gaze upon him. Good, he had the guy's attention. He stopped, looked Akutagawa in the eye, and said, "You owe me a nice dinner after this."

"After what exac-" Akutagawa stopped mid-sentence as the other man transformed into a tiger. Not partially as he tended to do, no, but a full on huge white cat. The tiger stretched out its front paws and spread its toes, leaning back on its haunches and showing its razor sharp claws. When it was done it turned towards the couch.

He blinked at the creature. It had a ferocity in its eyes that was all too telling about the power it possessed. They were cold, calculating, and completely lacked a sense of familiarity. There was no doubt about it, this was not Atsushi. It was his beast set free to do what it wanted.

That being said, Akutagawa felt no ill intent from the creature. It was not a threat to him right now. He was silent as he watched the creature approach the couch and sniff him. What did it want? Clearly not a fight. He didn't have anything else to give.

To say he was surprised when the tiger jumped onto the couch and laid across his legs would've been the understatement of the year. He attempted to wriggle free. No use. He could use his ability but that'd likely piss it off and then they'd end up destroying the only shelter they had from the storm if they fought.

Maybe reasoning could work. "Hey, beast. Move over."

It ignored him completely. Ok, maybe he could use Rashomon to gently nudge it a bit. The second he attempted to summon his ability the white tiger whipped its head in his direction and roared angrily. This time its eyes were aggressive. It was prepared to attack the second it felt provoked. Akutagawa stiffened. That was a clear no.

Seconds turned into minutes. His legs were going numb. He was going to die here. How pathetic. No! He wouldn't give Atsushi the satisfaction of killing him this way. Akutagawa gritted his teeth and grumbled, "Fine, I won't go anywhere. Give me my legs back."

The overgrown fuzzball rolled over just enough for him to pull his limbs free. As soon as he was clear, it rolled back into that space. On its back, with its paws in the air, the large beast seemed so carefree it was a little silly.

Against his own better judgement, Akutagawa flopped onto the stupid overgrown cat's waiting chest, pulling the blankets over his back in the process. Warm. Nearly too damn hot. He might overheat like this. It was really nice. He buried his face in the soft fur and let out a content sigh. Maybe dying like this wouldn't be so bad after all.

[sofya-fanfics]

Where the Chill Led Me

Fandom : Bleach

Relationship : Ichigo x Rukia

My Fluffy July 2025 contribution for the prompt : Cuddling for Warmth.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Ichigo slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at the clock. Two a.m. He turned toward the other side of the bed and froze. Rukia lay beside him, eyes closed, perfectly peaceful as if she hadd been asleep for hours.

Disclaimer : Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.

@fluffyjuly

AO3 / FF.NET

Ichigo slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at the clock. Two a.m. He groaned. Barely an hour of sleep. He and Rukia had been on patrol late into the night and he was exhausted. The moment they returned, he had crashed onto his bed and passed out. But apparently, the universe had only allowed him one measly hour of rest.

He turned toward the other side of the bed and froze. Rukia lay beside him, eyes closed, perfectly peaceful as if she hadd been asleep for hours. What is she doing in my bed ? He thought, caught off guard. Should I wake her up ? Or go sleep on the couch ?

“You’re making too much noise,” she said suddenly, eyes still shut.

Ichigo jolted. He had not expected her to be awake.

“I wasn’t even moving,” he muttered under his breath.

He was frozen. Since spotting her so close, he had not been able to move a muscle.

“I can hear you thinking,” she added. “It’s keeping me awake.”

He rolled his eyes, exasperated. Of course she had to stay unbothered, even in a situation she clearly caused herself.

“And can I ask why you’re in my bed ?” He said, mildly annoyed.

She opened her eyes, equally annoyed that she had to explain.

“I was cold. With your ridiculous habit of always leaving the window open, I could feel the draft all the way in the closet, even with the doors shut.”

She’s exaggerating, he thought. Sure, nights were cool, but it was not that cold. Then he frowned, suddenly struck by a realization.

“Wait… I thought your Bankai was ice-based ?”

Rukia shot him a sharp look, offended.

“That has nothing to do with it. My powers don’t stop my body from feeling cold. Now lie down. I want to sleep and you’re as warm as a radiator.”

Ichigo sighed and lay back down without arguing. He was far too tired to fight. Rukia immediately slid closer and nestled against him, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her breath against his collarbone had the softness of a winter breeze. Cold, yet strangely calming. It was not comfortable or uncomfortable. It was Rukia and that was enough.

“You’re warm,” she murmured sleepily. “It feels nice.”

“I’m not a radiator,” he grumbled.

She did not reply. Ichigo turned his head slightly toward her. She was fast asleep. He closed his eyes again, trying to relax and fall back into sleep. They had been close before, but sharing a bed, even like this, made his heart race in quiet, unfamiliar ways. After a long while, warmed by her presence and the silence itself, he drifted off.

When he woke up a few hours later, Rukia was still curled up in his arms, like she had always belonged there.

The end

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Fluffy July Day 11: "You look cold"

After fourteen years without clothing being a staple, Leo still had trouble gauging how many layers suited unpredictable weather. His polo shirt definitely wasn’t cutting it against this eye-watering wind.

“Leo,” April gasped in dismay, “what are you wearing? You look so cold!”

“I’m ok-kay,” he managed, weak smile chattering, only to balk as she hurriedly shrugged off her oversized coat. “Wait, h-hey, no, you d-don’t have to—”

“You’re coldblooded; you need it more than I do.”

Well, the flush filling his cheeks as she smoothed the fabric comfortingly over his shoulders was certainly one way to warm up fast.

[vegaelettra]

Chapters: 10/31 Fandom: 신입사관 구해령 | Rookie Historian Goo Hae-ryung (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings:  No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Goo Hae-ryung/Min U-won, Yi Jin/Min U-hui Characters: Goo Hae-ryung, Min U-won, Min U-hui, Yi Jin Additional Tags:  Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Characters in Love, Falling In Love, Romantic Fluff, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Kissing, Slice of Life, Mentions of Pregnancy, Short Chapters, Drabble Collection, fluffy july 2026 

When all it's said and done and the unearthed secrets are resting in the past, a collection of drabbles narrating two love stories.

The one between Hae-ryung and U-won, where the love is confident and sure.

And the one between Yi Jin and U-hui, where the love blossoms on tiptoes.

Fluffy July Day 11 - “Try it!” / Slushie

AO3 🩷

@fluffyjuly

[editorbit]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 时光代理人 | Link Click (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cheng Xiaoshi/Lu Guang (Link Click) Characters: Cheng Xiaoshi (Link Click), Lu Guang (Link Click) Additional Tags: Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Established Relationship, Slushies, fluffy july 2026 Summary:

“If you start selling slushies here, I’m leaving.”

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Fluffy July Day 11: Slushie | "Try it!"

[hazelestelle]

sweet like a kiss

Fandom: Open Heart (Choices) Relationship: Tobias/MC Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship Words: 200

For @fluffyjuly I dediced to write little double drabbles.

Here's Day 11 - Slushie | “Try it”

Also tagging @choicesficwriterscreations

Read on AO3

“What is that?”

Julia’s shift had just ended and Tobias had come to pick her up at the hospital.

He’d had the day off, and they were both excited to spend the evening together.

“Hello to you too.” He grinned.

Julia rolled her eyes. “Hi. What is that?”

“Pride Edition Slushie”, Tobias explained, holding the rainbow coloured drink out at her. “Try it.”

He fully expected her to take the cup from him, but instead, Julia leaned in, closing her lips around the straw and taking a sip, looking up at Tobias from beneath her eyelashes.

At the sight, he felt heat creep up his neck and his heart beat faster, and he swallowed drily.

Julia let go of the straw and licked a stray drop from her full bottom lip, and Tobias was transfixed, warmth pooling in his stomach.

“Delicious”, Julia commented, faux innocent, and Tobias had trouble suppressing a groan.

She knew exactly what she was doing, and Tobias could freely admit that he loved it.

Not able to resist any longer, he slipped his free hand around her waist to pull her closer and bent down to kiss her deeply, tasting the sweet drink on her tongue.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Day 11 - Cuddling for Warmth | “You look cold”

Day 11 for @fluffyjuly, still 10 behind.

From Forgotten,

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Kol had in his time since waking up and finding Elijah learned to read beyond his brother's words.

As much as Kol hated it, he had to at least be a little thankful for the years apart and damage to Elijah had stolen his mask making him much easier to read.

“Are you cold?” he asked, he already knew it was not a good day given his brother hadn't left the bed but he wasn't going to let him suffer in silence if there was something Kol could fix.

None of them could work out if the sudden temperature drop was a physical effect of the dagger’s removal or a mental one of his years imprisoned by it but Elijah needed to learn he was allowed things, that all he had to do was ask and Kol, Davina, Marcel and the younger vampires Marcel sent to visit, would get him whatever he wanted or needed.

Then again Elijah wasn't wholly great at being selfish and asking for help before, also the fault of, in part, Mikael.

“No.” Elijah muttered, more of a sad pile of blankets than the one who had helped raise Kol and build the city. It also wasn't believable given he could hear his chattering teeth as he answered even with just one word.

Kol frowned and pulled out his phone to send Davina a text before he toed of his shoes and started shedding his clothes. 

He was in the bed and wrapping his arms around his brother before Elijah noticed.

“What?” Elijah asked in surprise, twisting to give him a look, an almost normal amount of annoyance and bewilderment at Kol’s actions.

“You look cold.” he commented, refusing to think too much on how easily his big brother fit in his arms, this was far from the first time he had done this, and a questioning-argumentive Elijah was definitely an improvement to one lost in nightmares.

Even if he still missed the much more innocent time he had done this while they were alive, human and innocent.

“I was under blankets,” Elijah replied, raising an eyebrow while strictly ignoring the fact Kol could now feel his shivering and how cold he was. “You couldn't see me.”

“Sounded then.” Kol argued, pulling Elijah closer into the hug.

“Kol.” 

“Maybe I just wanted to cuddle with my big brother.” Kol counted, giving his brother a look with sad eyes and a pout, it wasn't like Elijah was immune to the look, just that it always failed to work when he or Klaus were covered in blood. “You wouldn't deprive me of that.”

“Fine.” Elijah sighed, giving up and neither of them would mention the way he relaxed into Kol.

It wasn't much, Kol didn't exactly run hot but once Davina brought them the hot water bottle and helped set up the electric blanket they could fix that.

[lasanya539]

love don't go changing

(written for @fluffyjuly day eleven: cold & day twelve: proud of you & day thirteen: surprise hug)

Fandom: KPop Demon Hunters Word Count: 1950

Posted on AO3!

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It’s a rainy, windy evening in Seoul, and Mira sits on her balcony railing, legs dangling into the air, trying to ignore the phone sitting on the floor.

She closes her eyes against the blurry brightness of the lights below, and breathes in and out, repeatedly, keeping count of each second. In for four, hold for four, out for eight. 

It’s an old, very familiar technique, one that Mira’s learned many times throughout the years. It was taught to her by Celine when she first started training to be a Hunter. Before that, by the young therapist her parents sent her to when she got expelled from school. Before that, by the family doctor when she got a cut on her leg from purposefully-not-purposefully smashing a porcelain bowl on the wall.

Sometimes, this mindful breathing thing works, calming her heartbeat down, letting her control her feelings. But sometimes it doesn’t. And today is definitely one of those times. 

Mira growls frustratedly, kicking her foot out in the rain. Thunder roars in response, deep and graveling. It feels like a reprimand. She scowls at the clouds.

Still, it doesn’t manage to drown out the quiet voice behind her, as her door opens and fluorescent light streams out. 

“Hey.” Rumi calls. “You okay?”

Mira sighs deeply, and curls into a ball. She doesn’t respond. 

She hears Rumi sigh. “Okay.”

The wind changes direction, and it blows towards Mira, droplets of rain getting under the awning onto her. She closes her eyes again, inhaling the smell.

A moment later, warmth suddenly encompasses her, and she blinks, startling. 

“You looked cold.” Rumi mutters, as she wraps her own throw blanket around Mira’s shoulders. It’s the really garish, yellow one. Rumi’d picked it up in Canada because the ugly dog printed on it had made her cry. Zoey still has a video of it, probably for blackmail. 

The weight sits on Mira’s skin, comforting and soft, and she shivers as another gust of wind comes her way. Huh. She hadn’t even realized she was cold. “Thanks.” 

“No problem.” Rumi climbs on the railing and sits down next to her. Her hair is out of her normal braid, for once, falling over her face and bare arms, highlighting her markings in the low light of the moon. 

They stay quiet for a little bit, just listening to the sounds of the rain hitting the ground below and the rolling of thunder. It feels nice. Mira’s always loved this kind of company, the kind that doesn’t demand, only offers.

“So,” Rumi draws out the word, trying to be casual, “do you wanna talk about it?”

No, the guarded teenager in Mira shouts. 

Yes, the lonely child in Mira admits.

“I don’t know.” Mira shrugs, off-handedly. She pulls the blanket closer to herself. “How’d you even know I was out here?”

“I didn’t see the box of gukhwa-cha in the kitchen.” Rumi answers. “You always make a cup before bed. And you always forget to put it back in its place after.”

Mira huffs. “Oh, come on, get off my back. It always ends up in the right cupboard anyway.”

“Yeah, Mimi, ‘cause I put it back. Every time.”

The exaggerated irritation in her voice makes the corners of Mira’s lips turn up. Rumi always has a way to uplift her mood. 

“So,” Rumi begins again. “Why’re you not sleeping on time?”

“Why aren’t you?” She flits her gaze to Rumi, and watches her pout. “It’s 1 A.M., and you need to get up early. You’re doing that interview with that news reporter in the morning, right? The really mean one.”

“Yeah, he’s super old and super backward.” Rumi plays with a strand of her hair. “Like, yes, haraboji , I’m wearing tiny shorts and dancing on stage. No, that does not mean I’m a whore. Can you please take your meds on time? The nursing home’s waiting.”

Mira barks out a laugh, loud and surprised. It echoes down into the streets below. 

“Y’know, when you say stuff like that, it proves you’re spending way too much time with me.” She manages to get out. Rumi winks at her.

“Hey, you’re never wrong.” She bumps her shoulder with hers. “You tell it like it is. It’s a good thing.”

Something painful twists in Mira’s chest at the compliment, making her amusement die down a little. ‘A good thing’. Right. 

Rumi must notice the change, as the smile wilts off her face too. 

“Sorry.” 

She shakes her head. It’s not Rumi’s fault her simple words hit where it hurts. It’s not her fault that the fact that she’s here, making sure Mira’s warm and not alone, is making some of the lava burning in Mira’s chest recede. 

She takes a deep, deep breath, and confesses, “I got another text today.”

From the corner of her eyes, she sees Rumi blink for a second, before understanding dawns on her face. 

“Oh.” She replies blankly. “Damn.”

“Yeah.” Mira agrees. She nods towards the floor behind her, and Rumi turns to see the phone, the screen and case cracked through. 

She shrugs, a little self-conscious. “Oops.”

Rumi turns back, looking barely bothered. She shrugs too. “We’ll get you a more pink one.” She states, and Mira huffs again. “What did they want?”

“The same thing they always want.” Mira says dryly. “They wanted to ‘reconcile’.”

Rumi rolls her eyes, displeased, but Mira continues, “And—and they told me I’m being ‘immature’ for ignoring them.”

There’s a shocked pause, and a choked gasp. “‘Immature’?”

“Yeah.” Mira mutters, flicking some water off her flip-flops. “Immature and disrespectful.”

She can feel the stare on the side of her face. “Are—are they serious?”

She smirks ruefully, shaking her head. “Apparently. I’d show you the proof, but I think I blocked Mom again.”

The thunder roars again, and this time Mira tries to think that it’s in indignation. 

“I couldn’t figure out what to say.” She continues, her fists clenching in the blanket. “I just—I got so angry. It was like they forgot they’re the ones who kicked me out. They’re the ones who told me I was an embarrassment in their lives. And now they wanna reconcile? Why? ‘Cause suddenly I’m famous? And I have money?”

Mira groans gutturally, as her eyes burn again. She’s so tired of having to go through these emotions. She’s tired of feeling like she’s listening to Gwi-Ma’s voice again, telling her how unworthy she is of a family that loves and accepts her. 

“I was doing so well.” She grits out finally. “Things are looking up for us. We have a whole new tour lined up. The new Honmoon is getting stronger day by day. We do weekly spa parties and couch nights and fan events—and it’s all wonderful! I was so happy. I know it probably didn’t show, because of… how I always am, but I was. Happy.” She waves a hand towards the phone. “And my parents ruined it. Again.”

Mira pulls up her legs into the warmth of the blanket. Frustrated. Angry. Upset. Just like she was before. Just like she'll probably always be.

It happens so quickly she doesn’t have time to be surprised. Two sinewy, silver-lined arms wrap around her, squeezing her tightly. 

Rumi buries her face into the crook of Mira’s collarbone, voice broken as she says, “I’m so sorry, Mimi.”

Mira only blinks, and she continues, “Your parents don’t deserve you. They—they suck. They never realized how awesome and kind-hearted you are, and they still don’t. And they keep demanding stuff from you when they lost the right to. They’re the worst. And if I ever met them, I swear to god I would probably throw hands.”

Mira snorts, one hand grabbing Rumi’s wrist. “You’d have to wait in line. I’m pretty sure Zoey called dibs on that. After Bobby.”

Rumi sniffs, but chuckles. “Yeah. Imagine the havoc Bobby would wreak on your parents. He’d scare them shitless.”

“And then they’d never contact me again!” Mira exclaims, a little hysterical. “That sounds like a plan. Who needs family counseling when Bobby’s got your back, right?”

Thunder rolls, and Mira gives the sky a look. 

“And us.” Rumi adds, voice a little soft around the edges. “We’ve got your back too. You’re my family, Mira.”

Mira’s eyes burn again. 

Rumi strokes a hand down her back. “I think I get what you’re feeling. Not to the same extent as you, but I do. Celine never wanted to see me for what I am either. She made me keep so much from you, because we—because I— was afraid that would push you two away.”

Mira squeezes the wrist in her hand. She keeps going, “She wanted me to be the picture-perfect version of me that fit her expectations. And your parents did that to you too. The only difference between us is that you were actually brave enough to leave without looking back.”

Rumi pulls back but grips Mira’s upper arms, making her look at her. Rumi’s eyes are bright and just a little wet, matching Mira’s. 

“And you are that. Brave, I mean.” She says, unwavering in her conviction. “And strong. And compassionate. And sweet, yes, that too. You’re always there when any of us need you. You’re our first call when we want to have fun, or when we need to vent. And the fact that you’re sometimes blunt, or that you can seem a little rude, doesn’t take away from any of that. Your parents didn’t want to see it, and that’s the worst. I am so sorry for that. But I promise you that we do. And we are so, so proud of you, for being as amazing and as unique as you are.”

The words aren’t loud, but they still echo between them, too large to ignore. Mira takes a shaky breath, trying not to let the tears spill. 

And then the thunder rolls again, this time like a powerful agreement, and it nearly makes the building tremble with its force. Mira and Rumi look at each other for a second, before bursting into wet laughter. 

Mira laughs until the tears roll down onto the blanket, and Rumi wipes them off with her fingers like it’s second-nature. And maybe it really is. 

A loud buzz reaches their ears suddenly, and they freeze. 

It’s coming from the broken phone on the floor. 

Immediately, Mira’s heart thuds, hard, and without thinking she grabs both of Rumi’s hands. 

“I don’t want to talk to them.” She whispers, nearly frantic. “I don’t want to.”

“Okay.” Rumi answers immediately, nodding once. The determination set in the thin line of her lips is familiar. Mira relies on it like it’s second-nature. Maybe it really is. 

Rumi jumps back onto the floor, and slowly picks up the lit phone. She taps on it once, Mira watching anxiously. 

And then her face melts into a smile. 

“It’s Zoey.” She tells her. “She made us each a cup of tea, and she has some Disney movies loaded up in the living room. We’ve been summoned.”

Mira’s breath leaves her lungs in a gust, happy disbelief mingled in it. Something soft sparkles in her chest, a feeling she’s getting more and more used to, the longer she spends time with her girls. “Really?”

Rumi only grins, and holds out a hand for Mira. The silver scars wind up her wrist towards her fingers, cracking through her skin. They’re beautiful. Imperfect. Unashamedly her. No matter what Celine says. 

Mira takes it, and squeezes. “Thanks, Rumi.”

Rumi winks again, and pulls her off the railing hard enough for her to tumble onto the ground. The thunder roars, laughing. 

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