#innocent fluff

[i-did-not-mean-to]

October 28th

Pumpkins

This one is dedicated to @purpleprosaist...Please know that you're cherished, friend!

Words: 560

Warnings: none...there's a knife?

Sam frowned at the last pumpkins left of the bountiful harvest; after the cakes, the cookies, the soups, and the various sauces and fillings, nobody wanted to see them show up – no matter how sneaky the form – on the menu anymore.

His first idea had been to carve them, but now he was not sure anymore whether it would be judicious to hand a knife to Mister Frodo and ask him to plunge it into anything; there had been enough stabbing and carving in their shared history and maybe, it would be better to leave all of this behind for good.

“Are you in conference with the pumpkins, my dear Sam?” 

As he whirled around, Sam saw the warm smile of the one he had followed to hell and back; there were still persistent signs of weakness in his movements and a wavering, lingering shadow dimming the radiance of a once so overwhelmingly bright smile, but Frodo looked relaxed and cheery on this bright autumn day.

“No, Mister Frodo,” he stammered, hiding the knife he had been twirling and twisting meditatively in his hands behind his back quickly.

“What is it you’re hiding from me?” Frodo strolled closer, blowing a stray lock of hair out of his face absent-mindedly as he looked upon the perfectly shaped vegetables on the worn kitchen table and waited for Sam to reveal the tremendous crime he had been about to commit if his guilty expression was any indication.

“T’is just,” Sam started softly, cleared his throat and then tried again, “I thought mayhap you wanted to carve something nice into the remaining pumpkins? We could put candles in them and place them on the porch so the nights don’t seem quite so dark?”

Colour rose into his cheeks that had regained their healthy glow and embonpoint when Frodo simply stared at him in wonder; it was so comfortingly like Sam to come up with a mundane task – borrowed and adapted from childhood days and their inherent bliss – and turn it into something quietly monumental. 

“Forget it,” Sam exclaimed hastily, “it was a dumb idea; of course, you wouldn’t want anything more to do with knives after...”

“No,” Frodo interrupted him kindly, “no, I would love that. Let’s carve something merry, no spiders, no rings, no deserts. Let’s celebrate the Shire and the strong light that guides us through our darkest days.”

For a time, they sat in companionable silence, absorbed in the calming effect the crafting had on their minds while their nimble fingers worked tirelessly; Frodo could but admire the careful precision with which Sam handled the pumpkins and, while he tried to reproduce the valley of Imladris on the bright orange canvas himself, he thought fondly of his uncle Bilbo and his marvellous drawings.

When Sam smiled and held his creation aloft, pride shining brightly from his tender eyes, Frodo was once again reminded of all the goodness and pure beauty they had saved.

It had all been worth it, he thought as a sense of peace, intermingled with a strange longing, washed over him; the candles had been lit and flickered rhythmically in the cool draft of the chill night air, and he was sitting – huddled in a blanket and Sam’s arms – on the porch looking out on a home he had much missed and yet had never truly returned to.

@fellowshipofthefics here's a LOTR one...

Lots of love from me; tell me if I completely missed the mark 🥹

-> Masterlist

[encosy]

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

For all you people who love G/t fluff and Attack on Titan, I wrote a short Borrowers/ AoT crossover.

It features Bertolt and a child version of Annie as well as some more AoT references that add depth to it if you know the show. But even if you don’t know AoT, it’s still fluffy in an innocent childish way, inspired by the likes of Arrietty. :)

If autumnal chill has settled at your places as well, I recommend to grab yourself a blanket and a tea or hot chocolate before reading :)

Either way, hope you like it!

[stormeye7]

A Morning on the Mountain

Summary: Lady Skorri awakes to a welcome surprise

The Iron Temple, Felwinter Peak, Old Russia, Earth [May 6th, 2348]

The early hours of the morning were always a quiet affair upon Felwinter Peak. Hunters would excuse themselves from their nightly scouting, retiring to their bunks silent and exhausted, while the dawn patrols took over, some still shaking off sleep. The Titans would take their posts, stoic as always, across the mountain range's slopes, the threat of attack ever present in their minds. As for the Warlocks, they spent their early hours unknowingly relapsing in whatever slumber their minds would grant.

Lady Skorri was one such. As she awoke on a tepid spring morning, her mind blank as if dead, she found herself oddly warm. While the walls of her mess of a stony abode within the Iron Lords' mountain hardly left her in discomfort, this was different, like she were sharing her fur sheets with a pool of sunshine, draped over the left-hand side of her self.

She sat up slightly, looking down at bundle of heat beside her, her eyes falling upon a neat pair of small blue lights, shining brightly into her face, yet in a way far from harshly. The bundle of warm chuckled, drawing itself closing to the Warlock, as the Lady in question's mind caught up with reality.

"Good morning," the form of Lady Fortuna greeted, voice ragged, yet full of adoration.

Skorri replied with a soft hum, turning in her covers to face her lover, arms moving from her side to wrap around the smaller Exo. It was a few minutes before either spoke again, in which Skorri was dearly tempted to fall back to sleep.

"When did you get here?" she found herself asking. The last she had seen of her beloved, the young Exo had set out on her evening patrols.

"Just," Fortuna replied, nuzzling a little closer, "Devils set up an ambush in the Southern Pass... took hours."

Skorri hummed again, raising her head to a stony corner of her abode, spying a dishevelled suit of mud-soaked armour.

"Are you-" she began to say, now searching her lover's face for damage.

It took only a single look from Fortuna to silence her concerns. If there was one thing the Exo hated, it was being worried about. She was about to mumble an apology until Fortuna chuckled, raising her head from her partner's shoulder, the soft blue lights of her eyes piercing into Skorri's own as they shone back with an amber glow.

It had taken some time to explain to her lover, and the rest of her fellow Iron Lords for that matter, as to what Skorri was, her glowing eyes and pastel blue skin that shone akin to stars in the night sky a giveaway that she, like the mechanical woman beside her, was not exactly human. 'Awoken' her Ghost had called her, a being born in deep space in the final moments of the collapse, transformed by the vanquished Dark, and the Traveller's dying breath.

Another silence, one heavier than the first, followed.

"You need to stop worrying about me," Fortuna said, her optics fading to a dim and her voice growing sleepy.

Skorri sighed, raising an arm from under the covers, smoothing a hand over the Exo's pale metal dome, her fingers finding the smooth edges of her faceplates.

"I know, sweetheart… I know."

A/N: This is a (sorta) tag on to my other work 'Lost Worlds and Dancing Blades', an Overwatch/Destiny crossover. Wrote this in an attempt to shake off a little bit of writer's block a while back.

[otabekismybff]

Under the Mistletoe (Yuriyuu)

Pairings: Yuri Plisetsky/Yuuri Katsuki, hinted Guang Hong/Leo/Phichit Rating: T Summary: Chris tells Yuri about the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. Is this Yuri's chance to finally snag a kiss from Yuuri Katsuki? Why does he even want to kiss that pig? Hell, he doesn't even know, but he's going to try anyways! Prompt: anon (posted at end of fic)

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Note: Ages are not mentioned in this fic, so feel free to imagine them however old makes you comfortable. It takes place at least one year after the events of season 1′s finale.

...

'You are cordially invited to the Christmas Gala hosted by Christophe Giacometti. Formal attire. Open bar.'

Yuri Plisetsky scoffs at the letter. It's on pastel green paper and decorated with so much glitter that it turns his hand into a Christmas ornament. He doesn't even celebrate Christmas, so it's not like he wants to go. Yuri rolls over on his bed, and pulls out his phone. No new messages. He opens up Instagram, and freezes.

There's a picture of the party invite on Yuuri's page, captioned: Guess who's going to the most awesome event of the year?

“The pig's going?” Yuri snorts. He should ignore it. As if he'd have any fun. Everyone would be drunk and totally ignore him. Wait a moment. Everyone would be drunk. Would Yuuri pull out his breakdancing and poledancing moves again?

…

Yuri straightens the collar of his blue suit as he enters the party hall. (Most people are dressed in festive colors, but this is the only suit Yuri brought, and he's not about to buy an expensive outfit for a holiday he doesn't even celebrate.) He fully expects to have a miserable night, but he's hoping he'll at least see Yuuri embarrass himself. That'll make it worth going.

He's got his phone handy, so he can snap all the embarrassing pics.

“Plisetsky, I didn't think you'd come,” Chris says in his overly seductive voice. Yuri wonders if that's how he naturally talks, or if he just likes flirting with everyone. He's wearing the most gaudy red suit Yuri has ever seen, sparkling even more than the invitations.

“I had nothing else to do,” Yuri says, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Be sure to check out the back corner. We've got mistletoe.” Chris winks.

“What the hell is mistletoe?”

Chris gasps, but he wears an amused smile. “You don't know about mistletoe? Aw, you poor Russians are really missing out on some quality traditions. If you stand under the mistletoe with someone else, you two have to kiss.”

“That's stupid,” Yuri says.

“No, it's brilliant. Think about it. You could lure that cute redhead you train with over there, and you'd get to kiss her. She can't get angry because there's mistletoe. You see? Actually, I've got my own sneaky kiss planned.”

“I don't like Mila, and she won't care about a stupid mistletoe.” Yuri storms past Chris before he can tease him more. He has half a mind to turn around and go home, but he wants to see this mistletoe thing.

He gets the full show. Guang Hong and Leo are exchanging a quick kiss as Phichit takes pics, then Phichit jumps in the middle and gets a selfie of Guang Hong and Leo kissing his cheeks. They're all kissing each other and no one's batting an eye. It's still a weird tradition, but Yuri sees something else in it now...opportunity.

If you asked him why he wanted to kiss Yuuri Katsuki, he wouldn't be able to answer. He himself doesn't know for sure. But as soon as the idea enters his head, he can't let go of it. He wants to get that pig under the mistletoe no matter what!

But he's got to be patient. If he just drags Yuuri under the mistletoe, he'll know what's up. It's got to seem like an accident. Like he's totally mortified to be there with Yuuri, but it's tradition so they have to kiss, right?

It's still early in the night, so not a lot of people are drinking yet. Getting Yuuri drunk should be the first step. Yuri can “help” him to the bathroom and get “lost” under the mistletoe, and then he'll get his kiss. It's perfect.

Except Yuuri isn't drinking. At all. He's chatting with Phichit and Chris, clearly having a good time.

Yuri grits his teeth. That's it. He'll just have to bring a drink to him. He picks up a glass of champagne and heads toward Yuuri, but JJ blocks his way.

“How sweet. You got me a drink?” JJ pries the glass from Yuri's fingers. He downs it quickly, then drapes an arm around Yuri's shoulder. “I was thinking we should take a little walk.”

“I don't wanna,” Yuri complains, but allows himself to be led around. It's not like anyone else is talking to him. He thinks this is almost enjoyable. That is, until he realizes where JJ is leading them. “Hell no,” he says, pushing JJ away. He is not kissing JJ under the mistletoe.

“Aw, someone tipped you off to the legend of the mistletoe.” JJ looks disappointed, then pats Yuri's shoulder. “Be careful, young lady. Your lips won't be safe for long.”

“Don't call me young!”

JJ laughs. “That's the word that bother you? Fine, fine. Have a nice night, pretty lady.”

Yuri's cheeks redden. Fuming with anger, he storms toward the door to leave, but the cheers behind him halt his steps. They're coming from the mistletoe corner. He looks over and sees Yuuri and Chris locking lips. Yuuri. He was Chris's planned “sneaky kiss.”

Yuri's stomach swirls. He feels as if he's drunk, even though he hasn't had a drop of alcohol. Someone grabs his shoulders and turns him around.

“Hey, you okay?” It's Mila. She leads him over to a table and calls a waiter to bring him a glass of water.

Yuri sips on the water and stares at the table. He can't bring himself to look over at the mistletoe corner. This was a stupid idea. He should've just stayed home.

“You're nervous, aren't you?” Mila says.

“What? I'm not nervous.” Yuri runs a hand across his cheek. Is he that easy to read?

“That's the only reason I can see for you to drink yourself sick.”

Yuri looks down at the water. It's the only thing he's had to drink all night. But Mila doesn't know that. She assumes he's been drinking. And if he acts drunk, everyone will assume the same.

His spirits lift, and he stands up, making a show to wobble a little as he walks around the room.

“Oh my goodness, Yuri. Are you okay?”

Yuri turns around to see Yuuri Katsuki, the very person he's been looking for. Yuri points at him. “We don't need two Yuris at this party,” he says, slurring his words together a little. At least, he hopes it sounds slurred.

“You look like you're going to be sick,” Yuuri says, sounding genuinely concerned. He wraps an arm around Yuri's shoulders and leads him through the crowd.

“Where are we going?” Yuri asks.

“The bathroom.” Except the bathroom is in the opposite direction. No, Yuuri is leading him toward the mistletoe. Hell. Is he doing this on purpose? No, there's no way Yuuri actually wants to kiss him.

They reach the mistletoe, but Yuuri keeps moving. Yuri lurches forward and falls to the ground, forcing Yuuri to a halt. “Are you okay?” Yuuri hurries to help him up.

Yuri isn't okay. Not in the least. He's disappointed. Yuuri led him all the way to the mistletoe and he doesn't even want to kiss him.

“I'm surprised to see you crying,” Yuuri says.

“Screw you.” Yuri wipes at his eyes. “It's just dust or glitter or some crap like that.”

“Be honest with me. You're not having a good time, are you? It's okay. Parties aren't really my thing either.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I wanted to see my friends before everyone goes back home.”

Yuri snorts. “You'll see them again soon enough. Don't you video chat with Phichit and the others?”

“Not just them. I wanted to see you too.”

Yuri can't stop himself. He kisses Yuuri. It's simple and sweet and sends waves of happiness rushing through him. All the discomfort and worry melts away in those seconds.

“It's Yuri on Yuuri!” someone shouts, and the moments snaps. Breaks. Explodes.

Yuri rips himself away from Yuuri, a fierce blush covering his entire face. “You idiot. How dare you kiss me under the mistletoe!” He shoves Yuuri, but not hard enough to knock him down. “Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean you can take advantage of me.”

That's right. Convince everyone you're drunk, then they'll all forget about it. “Did anyone dare take a picture? Delete it now!”

“Sorry, it's already got a hundred likes on Instagram,” Phichit says, rubbing the back of his head. He looks more amused than apologetic, though.

Then Chris appears out of nowhere. “Come on, Yuuri,” he purrs. “Let's kiss him together.” Yuuri and Chris kiss Yuri's cheeks while the camera lights flash. Frozen, mortified, and so embarrassed he could die, Yuri begs the seconds to pass by faster.

Chris pulls another handsome man under the mistletoe, and the show becomes about how many men Chris can kiss in an hour.

Yuri feels his hand being tugged, as Yuuri leads him out of the fray. The attention isn't on them anyone, so Yuri relaxes. Slightly. He's still red-faced from the kiss, and he can't shake the memory of Yuuri's lips.

The cold air shocks Yuri as they walk outside, and he huddles into himself. Stringed lights cover the building behind them, the music muffled from the Christmas gala. Yuuri leads him over to a bench, and they sit down.

Yuri can barely breathe. What does Yuuri think of him now? He might have convinced the audience that he didn't initiate the kiss, but Yuuri knows the truth.

“Here, eat this.” Yuuri holds out a rice ball wrapped in plastic. He smiles sheepishly. “I always bring a snack in case I get stressed out at a party.”

Yuri unwraps it with shaky fingers, and bites into it. It's cold and mushy, nothing special, but it does help ease his worries. “This reminds me of that time I gave you the katsudon pirozhki.”

“That's what I was thinking too. I know you didn't say anything then, but you did that to comfort me, right?” Yuuri's smile is sweet. He doesn't even wait for an answer—he knows it anyways—and asks another question. “Do you want to spend tomorrow together? My flight isn't until late, so I've got the whole day free.”

“You don't want to spend your last day here with Phichit or Christophe?” Yuri knows he's just inviting him out of pity, or as a way to cheer him up. Surely, he'd prefer the company of his best friend or the other man he managed to kiss under the mistletoe.

“I want to spend it with you,” Yuuri says. It sounds like a promise, and Yuri can't help but believe him.

Blushing, Yuri nods. “Fine, but you're buying me lunch.”

...

NOTES: Based on an anon prompt: "So, how about a YuriYuu story where Yurio tries to steal a kiss from Yuuri under a mistletoe? Like, the skaters are partying somewhere, drinking included, and there are mistletoes, and Yuri (sober) puts very much effort into trying to arrange it so that he and Yuuri “accidentally” end up under one (while being careful to avoid being under one with anyone else, which proves to be another difficulty). And of course, once he finally succeeds (with the attention of the whole crowd on them), he has to keep up his normal behaviour. I personally wouldn’t see any harm in keeping Yurio’s age, as this isn’t supposed to be a long, deep and romantic kiss, but if it makes you more comfortable, feel free to age him up."

[glenn-simp]

not a fan of how there is so much smut x r fics

i just want some innocent fluff lmao

the fact the ppl arent even married too is terrible

[thedrawingduke]

did bby rawl and christine ever have sleepovers?

Sometimes! There’s one lil’ short story about them hanging out together as kids but…its kind of spoilery so I’ll have to wait to post it. Anyways, Raoul always seemed to end up on the floor. 

Although I don’t think that would happen anymore haha…