🙂 How are you, mun? + 💚 I want to discuss platonic ships with you + ❣ I want to write fluff with you.
Of course, I'm constantly on that fluff roll so,....nom- can't happen right away, but know that I will commit murder for some tasty fluff.
[From fate-called. ^^]
I'm doing pretty alright mostly hungry but alright lol
Honestly I would be happy to discuss platonic ships and fluff to write in the future it's very fun to write with you! And I really like your writing honestly! Platonic ships are such a gem to treasure and very underrated
A World of Warcraft and Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction for @ir0n-angel event Fluffuary 2025 day 28 sweet fluff.
Celebrating his birthday, Iruthom invited those that he has traveled with across different words such as Aeriala, his students, Astarion, Gale, Karlach, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Wyll, Halsin, and Minsc as well some whose Iruthom have meet and befriend.
A Splatoon fanficiton for @ir0n-angel event Fluffuary 2025 day 28 sweet fluff (Writer's Choice).
Chris the Inkling boy and his friends Megan the Octoling girl, Gabriella the Inkling girl, and Victor the Octoling boy hang out with each other in their usual hanging out.
Adore You - Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader - Epilogue
Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader
Content : Love, family, adoration of your beloved
Summary : Anthony and y/n share a sweet moment in the nursery while looking over their perfect daughter.
Word Count : 619
A/N : hi everyone. This is part 3 and the epilogue to my Come Away With Me mini fic series. it is pure fluff, and it's a bit shorter than the others, but I think its extremely sweet all the same.
Read the previous part here
You hummed quietly to yourself, reading a book settled in one hand while the other rocked the small bassinet by your side. Your daughter slept peacefully, nestled inside. Her curly brown hair was just like her father’s, and you loved it. It gave you endless joy to know that you had given birth to a beautiful bundle of joy such as Lillian. She was everything you had ever dreamed of. You closed your book and set it down softly, leaning over as you watch Lillian’s brown eyes flutter open.
You smile, stroking her soft face with your finger slightly, when you hear a contented hum from the doorway. You look up to see Anthony, and an even bigger smile forms on your face. Anthony returns your happiness and steps into the nursery, sliding behind you to squeeze you gently around the waist. He sets his chin lightly on your shoulder, rocking you slightly as you both gaze down at your child.
“I have never witnessed anything so perfect until I witnessed you with our daughter, darling.” He whispers, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck. You nuzzle the side of your face into his cheek and laugh slightly.
“I could very much say the same about you.” You bring a hand up to touch his face lightly and turn out of his grasp to pick your daughter up. She coos gently, her little hands reaching up and out towards her father. This makes you smile and you hand her over gently as your husband takes her.
You start to tidy up around her nursery while you listen to Anthony speaking to the baby. You pick up her blanket and start to fold the delicate edges while Anthony sits on the floor, handing Lillian a rattle. His eyes are sparkling, full of love and light and he was speaking in a low tone.
“Lillian, my sweet Lillian, I will always be here for you and your mama.” He paused to stroke the curly brown hair and smile. “You are the most beautiful, I know you will grow into an intelligent, fierce lady.” He leans over to kiss the baby’s forehead and she laughs, tossing her rattle at her father and clapping wildly.
You smile to yourself, observing the two people you loved most in the world. Who would have thought that a late night walk in the garden would lead to such a perfect little family? You remember what he said to you that night and you turn to face your husband, lost in the little world your daughter had pulled him into. “Anthony?”
He looks up at you, his brown eyes settling on you softly. “Yes, darling?”
I would go through the very circles of hell to change your opinion of me. That was what he had said that night.
“My opinion of you has completely changed. You are the most adoring, lovely man I have ever had the pleasure to know.”
Anthony’s face softens completely and he stands up, handing the baby another toy before crossing the room to you and gathering you in his arms.
“I adore you completely, and always have, darling.” He whispers. “I was too much a fool to act before that night in the garden. Now that we are bound to each other, I will spend the rest of my earthly days cherishing you.”
You lean in, capturing his lips in yours. He slides a hand up your back to cradle your neck, and when you pull back he grins.
“If you continue to kiss me so sweetly, we shall soon have another Lillian in the nursery.”
You laugh loudly, shaking your head before bringing your beloved in for another sweet, adoring kiss.
Koopa Castle may be a mighty fortress, but it’s not without its share of mundane problems. Luigi is happy to take any plumbing job that pays, and his expertise finds appreciation from an unlikely source – the Koopa King himself.
1,385 words · Rated G · (Also on AO3)
“All the sinks and drains on the east wing of the second level are overflowing,” Kamek explained, wringing his claws in agitation. “It’s not the lava, not this time. I’m afraid there might be something blocking the pipes.”
Luigi nodded in sympathy. “That sounds like a problem. I’ll see what I can do.”
“So I’ll leave you to it, then?” Kamek asked.
“I’d appreciate if you’d have someone escort me. I don’t know my way around the castle as well as, ah. Some people.”
“Oh! Yes. Of course, of course.”
Kamek adjusted his glasses and called for one of the guards, who gave Luigi a shallow bow before gesturing for him to follow. “I’ll send someone to check on you soon,” the wizard said before disappearing in a puff of light and glitter.
“Does he do that a lot?” Luigi asked the guard, who managed to keep a straight face for a few seconds before breaking into a grin.
“Gosh. Luigi, sir. It’s amazing to meet you!”
“Charmed, I’m sure.”
“I heard the boss called a plumber, but I never dreamed it would be, you know, a celebrity. Wow. Luigi himself, right here in this castle!”
The guard continued to chatter as he guided Luigi through a maze of stairs and corridors. Despite the brutal shock and awe of the first floor, the second level was actually quite pleasant. Or rather, it would have been were it not for the water flowing down the main hallway in murky trickles.
“I can take it from here, thanks.” It was rude to leave the guard behind so abruptly, but Luigi figured it was only a matter of time until the koopa began asking about Mario. In Luigi’s experience, the only people who treated him as though he was famous had ulterior motives. More often than not, they were not-so-subtly attempting to bask in the reflected glory of his brother. He’d been hurt by this before, but now he saw it coming a mile away and simply found it annoying.
Luigi followed the water to its source, a room dominated by a huge bath. The tub was so enormous that it was more of a swimming pool, really. Aside from a shallow pool of standing water at the bottom of the tiled basin, the floor was dry.
No doubt about it. The blockage was in the pipe connected to this drain. Luigi set down his equipment, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.
Less than ten minutes later, he’d managed to extract a Mario doll. What it was doing in this particular castle or how it got down this particular drain was anyone’s guess.
“Just can’t stop yourself from causing trouble, can you, brother?” Luigi muttered as he wrapped the battered doll in a waterproof sheet of plastic to be disposed of later. Once the stagnant water disappeared from the tub, he set out into the hallway to check the other drains.
There were no chains or spikes or lava pits in any of the bathrooms, which were shockingly normal despite being built to accommodate people of varying sizes. This wing of the castle must have been intended for guests, not that Luigi could imagine who those guests might be. He had little interest in Mario’s battles, but even he understood that the Koopa King wasn’t big on diplomacy.
As he tested the faucets in what he hoped was the last of the bathrooms, Luigi felt a chill on the back of his neck. He glanced into the mirror and was horrified by the sight that confronted him. A dark shadow towered in the doorway, its red eyes glowing.
“Can I help you?” Luigi asked, hoping against hope that whoever it was couldn’t hear the quiver in his voice.
“I came to check on you. You know, see if you need anything.”
Luigi summoned his courage and turned around. Just as he feared, the person Kamek had sent to check on him was Bowser himself, as tall as a mountain and just as wide.
“No. I’m, um. I’m done here. All finished. I’ll just be going… now.”
“Not so fast,” Bowser growled.
Luigi swallowed but couldn’t respond. His voice was frozen in his throat.
“Aren’t you going to write an invoice?” Bowser asked.
Luigi doubted he could write his own name at the moment. What did Bowser intend to do with him? With a sinking feeling, Luigi realized that he and Bowser were completely alone in an otherwise empty room on an otherwise empty floor.
“I’ll send you, um. I’ll put the invoice in the mail,” he stammered.
“Sure.” Bowser shrugged. “I’ll have my people keep an eye out. So what’s the damage?”
Luigi shot a glance at Bowser’s fangs. “The… damage?”
Bowser furrowed his massive eyebrows. “Is everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“A ghost?”
“Wait. You didn’t actually see a ghost, did you? Cause we got ghosts. Little buggers get into everything. We try to keep them in the basement, but there’s not much you can do if they decide they’re going places. Not like we can put gates on the stairs, right? You wouldn’t boo-lieve how much trouble they are.”
Bowser laughed at his own joke and exited the room. He held the door open for Luigi, who was beginning to entertain the possibility that he was not in fact on the verge of being murdered.
“I wouldn’t call it ‘damage,’ per se,” Luigi ventured, “but someone shoved a, um. I found a toy down one of the drains. It was the large bath down the hall.”
“That’ll be one of the kids. The castle is lousy with them. Wish I could stick them in the basement with the ghosts, but that’d be cruel to the ghosts.”
Luigi couldn’t tell whether Bowser was joking. He decided it was probably best if he didn’t know. “The toy was unsalvageable, but the drains are clear. You might want to open the windows and put some portable fans on the floor, if you have them. Mold spreads fast, even in dry air. You can’t be too careful.” A thought suddenly occurred to him. “No offense against mushrooms.”
Bowser laughed in appreciation. “You’re not bad, Luigi,” he said. “So what do we owe you?”
That was a tricky question. Back at home, a job like this was barely worth the price of a house call. What would a king expect him to charge? Was someone like him supposed to charge a king money to begin with? Bowser wasn’t the sort of clientele he was accustomed to, to say the least.
“Don’t worry about it,” Luigi replied. “It wasn’t any trouble. Let’s say this was a service, and you’ll know who to call the next time there’s a problem.”
“That doesn’t seem fair. You came all the way out from Toad Town.”
“I live in the suburbs, so the commute wasn’t bad. Besides, there’s not much use for money in a post-scarcity economy. I mean, ah.” Luigi glanced away, embarrassed to catch himself speaking as though Bowser was just another guy in Brooklyn.
“I hear you. A post-scarcity economy, I like that.” Bowser guffawed, flashing his teeth. “There’s enough bread and circus to go around. It’s nice to meet someone who appreciates that. We’ll call this a favor, then. I owe you one. How about you stay over for dinner tonight?”
Luigi was embarrassed to find himself blushing like a schoolgirl. “I’m not sure… I mean, that is to say…”
“Don’t worry about that brother of yours.” Bowser’s booming voice echoed down the hallway as he clapped Luigi on the back. “You can tell him I kidnapped you.”
It was hard for Luigi to say no with the warmth of Bowser’s smile aimed directly at him. Come to think of it, he was a little jealous of the princess. It might be nice to be kidnapped every once in a while.
“All right, sure,” Luigi answered. “I’d like that. As long as you don’t serve mushrooms. I wouldn’t want to get you in… truffle?”
Bowser’s eyes widened in surprise before he burst into laughter. Luigi finally allowed himself to relax. Mario’s job might be more glamorous, sure, but his own work had its share of benefits. And like Bowser said, it was nice to be appreciated.
Softness… Fond of this softness, simplicity of it, the quite obscure type yet familiar… With bed being messy with duvet and blankets of furry looks, so cosy they seduce you back in bed. The pillows where your head had been, where mine was. The rugs of felt on the floors, with softness that caresses heart. The artisan crafted flowers in a vase on the windowsill, as they add to the company of books…
