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Good Fences (Fluffuary #04)
FEB04: Cheering Them Up
You had a boyfriend.
Keyword: had.
Getting broken up with in the middle of the night was one thing, but having it be over a text message (all lowercase, no punctuation) was a whole new low. You knew it wasn’t going to last, but the suddenness of it was dreadful, as were the personal criticisms he decided to throw your way just to rub salt into the wound.
your bodys just not doing it for me anymore
we could still hook up if you want just hmu
but not in bethesda obvi lol
You weren’t sure what possessed him to say those things to you, but you had seen enough, so you blocked him.
Tear-stained and angry, you went outside to get some fresh air. You wrapped your blanket around you and stared up at the stars, trying to move on from that asshole as quickly as possible.
Suddenly, you heard John’s sliding door open up. You turned to look at him, and he seemed just as startled to see you there.
“Oh, hey… Hey,” he furrowed his brow, “What’s happened?”
You sniffled, trying to find your voice,
“Got dumped.”
“What? Just now? It’s midnight,” he sat next to you, “Did he just leave?”
You shook your head, dreading having to admit to the fact that you hadn’t even deserved a capital letter much less an in-person visit,
“Text message.”
You passed over your phone to let him experience the drama first-hand. As he read the messages, his face grew increasingly dark, almost scary. You couldn’t help but notice his attire while he read, and you felt insane for doing so. He was in running shorts and a cut-off tee shirt with some rock band’s logo fading and flaking on the front. You were supposed to be sad, but now you couldn’t stop staring at his very visible and extremely muscular arms and abs.
“You’re joking,” he handed you back the phone in disbelief.
You shook your head again and looked down at the tissue in your hands, trying to come up with something to say.
“What a fuckin’ wanker.”
You laughed, nodding, and he cracked a smile. You let his voice wash over you like a salve, healing the hurt another man had caused,
“Well, this calls for a bloody drink, don’t it?”
“Don’t think the bars will be open by the time I make it out,” you joked. You weren’t going out anywhere tonight.
“Wait here,” he said, ducking back into his apartment.
He reemerged with a bottle of Scotch whisky and two glasses, pouring one for you and then one for himself, each equally generous.
John tinked your glass and drank. You followed suit, albeit a bit more timidly.
It burned. Then it spiraled into oranges and vanilla and honey. And then it burned again. You tried not to, but you made a face, and said,
“Wow, it’s good. Thanks.”
“Strong, hm?” He purred softly, pleased with his choice.
“Yeah, but still good,” you insisted.
“Don’t worry about those messages, love. Your body is doing wonders just how it is. He wants your reaction.”
You tried not to let the compliment linger in your mind for too long, but it was stuck in there like popcorn in your teeth.
“I know,” you admitted, “And I wasn’t going to marry this guy or anything, but…”
“Still hurts.”
“Yeah.”
John was clipping and lighting a cigar to have with his drink, and you watched him as he worked. He still hadn’t bought that ashtray he’d promised, but he was using an old glass bowl for now. He smoked for a bit, sharing it with you wordlessly. Then, he took a long breath and gave you a droll look.
“What is the difference between a condom and a coffin?”
You laughed before he even gave you the punchline of the joke, shocked by its crudeness,
“What?”
“You come in one and leave in the other.”
“John!”
He snickered, listening to you laugh, turning a little red in the face as he did so.
“Alright, alright,” he prepared another one for you, “What can you spell with P, E, N, I, and S?”
You raised your eyebrows at him, and shrugged,
“Penis?”
He scoffed,
“Spine, you filthy thing.”
You stayed outside talking and telling jokes long enough to see the black starfield give way to a pale pink morning, and before you knew it, half a bottle of whisky was gone. John had certainly worked his magic in you, and by the time you said goodnight and climbed back into your bed, you’d forgotten why you’d even been wasting your tears on a jerk like that in the first place.
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Day 10: Private Language
You have my eternal love
#ffxiv#fluffuary 2024#wolstinien#bastards in arms#kitali moonblade#estinien#estinien varlineau#i spent far too long making sure i got the sentence structure correct but eh
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laughing together
summary: tomas brings syzoth to the fire gardens
warnings: none :)
Smoke led Syzoth through the Shirai Ryu, excitedly dragging him through the Fire Gardens. Syzoth somehow managed to avoid tripping over his own feet as Smoke practically buzzed with excitement, nearly evaporating into smoke a few times.
“Come on! I think you’re really going to like it!” Smoke said.
“I know! I know! Just slow down! I just got through the portal.” Syzoth laughed, as tired as he was from dealing with Zaterrans all day, Smoke somehow always managed to put a smile on the ambassador’s face. The assassin continued to tug at Suzoth’s hand as he slowed down to approach a clearing with a rather large formation of smooth rocks. Syzoth looked at the rock formation, waiting for something to appear as Smoke let go of the Zaterran’s hand and gestured toward the rocks.
“Do you like it? I had it installed just for you.” Smoke said breathlessly, clearly he was very proud of the rock formation, but Syzoth couldn’t figure out why.
“They’re sunning rocks for, like, reptiles.” Smoke’s voice grew more unsure as he continued when he noticed Syzoth’s lack of reaction. Syzoth stared at the smooth rocks. Suddenly, it made a lot more sense, and he shivered as a slight breeze blew past him. His body wasn’t made to endure the colder temperatures of Earthrealm, and Smoke had the formation built just for him so his body temperature wouldn’t drop too low. It must’ve taken some convincing for Tomas to get Kuai Liang to install something that was functionally useless and not too aesthetically pleasing. Syzoth’s face warmed at the thought. Turning back to his boyfriend, the Zaterran found Smoke’s face crestfallen, and his hands fidgeting nervously with his karambit.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed. I’ll, um-” Tomas tripped over his words, and his eyes went downward. Syzoth grabbed onto the assassins’ hand and pulled him in for a hug.
“I love it. Really. No one’s ever done something like this for me.”
Tomas smiled, and his eyes lit up, some small crinkles appearing at the edges of his eyes. Syzoth let out a pleased hiss and kissed the edges of Tomas’s eyes. The Zaterran loved it when Tomas smiled but let out an involuntary shiver as another chilled breeze came by. Tomas let out a short laugh and pulled away from Syzoth’s grip to drag him to the rocks.
“Come on. You gotta try them out.” Smoke pat the rock closest to him, and Syzoth touched the stone with his fingertips. Under the sun, the rocks had gathered an appreciable amount of heat, and Syzoth quickly got onto the largest sunning rock near the bottom, stretching out his body and laying over the rock. The heat seeped into his muscles, and he felt himself relax. He hadn’t realized he had been so tense earlier. He closed his eyes and wiggled a little bit before finding a more comfortable position to bask in the sun. He heard Tomas stifle a snort, and the Zaterran cracked open an eye to stare at the smiling man.
“What’s so funny?” Syzoth asked, reaching his arm out to drag Tomas next to him, and the assassin complied, sitting by Syzoth’s torso.
“Ah, nothing. You just reminded me of a cat for a second.” Tomas teased.
“A cat?” Syzoth responded in a confused tone. He wasn’t quite sure what a cat was. It wasn’t something that existed in Outworld.
“You’ll see one soon enough. They’re everywhere in Japan. Oh, wait, here comes some now!”
Syzoth lifted his head up to several of these ‘cats’ approaching the sunning rocks. The cats seemed hesitant to climb up onto the rocks with the strange new Zaterran, but after watching how Tomas seemed relaxed around Syzoth, the cats made their way onto the sunning rocks, a large orange cat sauntering directly into Tomas’s lap. Syzoth watched as Tomas peppered the cat with attention, rubbing its face and cooing at the sleepy yawn the cat let out. For some odd reason, Syzoth felt the ugly reins of jealousy grip onto his stomach.
The Zaterran sat up, staring down at the cat. The orange furry thing just stared back and leaned in closer to Tomas’s petting, as if saying that he was clearly the favorite between the two of them. Syzoth hissed at the cat, but to his surprise, the orange tabby hissed back, its ears flattened down to the sides.
“Syzoth! What did you do that for?!” Tomas looked disapprovingly at Syzoth, and all the Zaterran could do was glare at the cat now smiling smugly at his victory. Tomas raised his eyebrow as he noticed the animosity between the cat and his boyfriend.
“Are you…jealous of the cat?” Tomas asked, a bemused smirk on his face as his eyebrows raised up.
“No! Why would I be jealous of this ugly beast?” Syzoth crossed his arms to prove his point, but he figured that the pout on his lips made him look much more non-threatening to Tomas than he had hoped to.
“By the gods! You are jealous!” Tomas bit his lip, but the laughter soon bubbled over. The assassin’s sudden cackling startled the cat, and it jumped out of Tomas’s lap onto a higher platform on the sunning rocks. Syzoth pouted and brought Tomas close to him, burying his face into Tomas’s chest.
“Stop laughing. I’m not jealous of a cat.” Syzoth mumbled, but he could feel the assassin’s laughing turn into wheezing as he struggled to catch his breath. At Tomas’s laughter, even Syzoth couldn’t help but let out an amused huff before he let out a low chuckle. After a few moments, Tomas caught his breath and simply cradled the Zaterran in his arms as he calmed down.
“Oh, that’s funny. You don’t have to worry about some silly cat, Syzoth. You’re the only one for me.” Tomas said. Syzoth remained silent, and Tomas looked down and realized that the Zaterran had fallen asleep on the assassin. Chuckling softly, Tomas planted a soft kiss on the top of Syzoth’s head and resigned himself to being a personal heater for the Zaterran. Smoke missed his training for the day, and he most definitely would have to make up for it later. But, he didn’t mind. Not when everything was so perfect.
#fluffuary 2024#fluff#noodle’s writings#mk1#mortal kombat 1#mortal kombat fanfiction#mortal kombat#tomas vrbada#tomas vrbada mk1#smoke#smoke mk1#smoke mk#syzoth#syzoth mk1#reptile#reptile mk#reptile mk1#symas#smoke x syzoth#smoke x reptile
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Minthe was certain she was going to win "How Many Flowers Can You Put In Kyth's Beard?" with her precise touch.
#i need a screenshot tag#azem minthe#azem kytheon#Kytheon Jura#I saw this flower beard mod and Kyth stole the show#I was gonna do pixies and Urianger#But this was Highlander only alas#fluffuary 2024
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speaking in tongues
for fluffuary day 10, "secret language." minor spoilers for a side conversation with karlach in act 3 (in the lower city graveyard).
tialha is a wood elf bard who loves her giant buff fire girlfriend very much.
“Taters,” Karlach murmured, almost lost under the clanking of her greaves as she rocked back to standing with a parting caress to her mother’s headstone. She couldn’t feel it when Tialha pressed a hand to her back, not through the armor and all the underlayers, but she could feel it, in that humming way she was always aware of where the rest of their merry band of infected bastards was.
“Taters?” she asked, voice equally hushed. Suddenly it occurred to Karlach—maybe Tia had someone buried here, too. She’d lived in the Gate for a while, apparently, and landed somewhere between Astarion and Halsin on the old as balls scale that elves measured their lives by. Plenty of time to have loved and lost. Maybe someday soon, she’d stand here over Karlach’s grave with her hands clasped in that famed elven stoicism.
The engine hitched and sputtered in her chest like a caught breath, or a muffled sob. Gods, it wasn’t fucking fair.
“Meant ‘I love you’ in the Cliffgate household,” Karlach said, instead of anything self-pitying. Plenty of time for being sorry when she croaked. “I can’t even remember how it started anymore. Lost family lore.”
Older than she was, probably. Mum had liked to nuzzle against Dad’s horn in the mornings, before they left for work, drop a kiss and a soft Taters on the ridge of his ear.
“There was a lot of silly nonsense in our house,” she added, and somewhere in the back of her mind—vivid, like a real echo instead of just a memory—she heard her own small voice squealing with delight, the way she always did when Dad picked her up and tossed her toward the ceiling. “My mates used to say we had our own personal language. I guess I’m the last remaining speaker.”
The leather of Tialha’s gloves made a little squeaking noise when it rubbed against the plate armor, just to the side of Karlach’s spine. Her circlet clinked when she rested her forehead gently on the ridges of Karlach’s pauldrons. “When I was very small,” she said, still quiet but not nearly as solemn—now there was a rich warmth in her voice, and the tone set a calming slither through Karlach’s stomach, like a swallow from a warm mug of tea. “My mother and father had to leave me on occasion—it wasn’t unusual, in our enclave. Wood elves tend towards communal child-rearing. But they always told me, when I heard a turtle dove, it was because they missed me, and they’d asked the birds to pass along the message.”
It wasn’t magic—her tadpole was blessedly still, and Tia’s voice lacked the echoing reverb it took on when she started to use her words in the bending-reality-to-her-whims way—but even so Karlach could see it like it was her own memory: teeny toddling Tialha, splayed out in a forest clearing, maybe rumpled and grass-stained from chasing a gaggle of other elven kids, looking to the trees every time she heard a dove call.
“That’s fuckin’ precious, babe,” she said, looping an arm around the dip of Tia’s waist. “Did they really? Y’know, ask the birds to talk to you and all.”
“I haven’t a clue,” Tia said, and tipped her head back to beam up at Karlach. The warm-tea feeling spread into her fingers. “I hadn’t learned to speak with animals back then. But I did learn—oh, goodness, it’s been a while…”
She brought her hands to her mouth, cupped like she was holding a marching horn, and with a little crinkle in her brow she whistled; when she fluttered her fingers it made a sweet vibrato, the sound swooping like diving birds—like a turtle dove.
(Through the tadpole she felt the sparks of flickering awareness from where Astarion and Wyll had wandered off further into the cemetery, pacing through the rows, and swore she heard a snide nonverbal weirdos as the boys went back to whatever they were doing.)
“So that’s Thildran for ‘I love you’?” Karlach asked.
“Mm-hmm.” Tialha always had to stand on her toes for this, and Karlach always had to stoop, which was exactly as comfortable as it didn’t sound in armor, but it was worth it; Tia brushed a gentle kiss over her mouth, her cheek, and then rested her temple against the bridge of Karlach’s nose. When she closed her eyes and breathed she could smell Tia’s perfume, even over the stink of hot metal.
“Taters,” Karlach whispered.
“I’m a quick learner,” Tia said, sunlight in the smile she pressed to Karlach’s jaw. “I’ll teach you mine if you teach me yours.”
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Two days later and knee-deep in sewer sludge, Karlach looked up when a soft whistle echoed off the tunnel walls. Not birdsong, but she could see Tialha grin as she did it again—four low whistles.
Karlach beamed in return and blew a kiss, and giggled shamelessly when Tia caught it.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#karlach cliffgate#writing - mine#fluffuary 2024#sorry i've tried to keep most of my bg3 brainrot contained to my sideblog but writing goes here!#oc: tialha thildran#astarion and wyll in the background like 'what kind of gay shit are you lunatics doing now'#well. just astarion actually. wyll would think it's cute
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FLUFFUARY: day14 - dancing (part 2)
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Four & Hyrule & Legend & Sky & Time & Twilight & Warriors & Wild & Wind (Linked Universe), Twilight (Linked Universe) & Uli (Legend of Zelda)
Characters: Four (Linked Universe), Hyrule (Linked Universe), Legend (Linked Universe), Sky (Linked Universe), Time (Linked Universe), Twilight (Linked Universe), Warriors (Linked Universe), Wild (Linked Universe), Wind (Linked Universe), Uli (Legend of Zelda)
Additional Tags: Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), Fluffuary | Fluffy February 2024, Snow, Festivals, Clothing, Snowball Fight, Good Sibling Twilight (Linked Universe), Time (Linked Universe) is a Little Shit, Domestic Fluff, Homecoming, Legend (Linked Universe) is a Little Shit, Ordon Village (Legend of Zelda)
Series: Part 1 of 29 Days of Warm Fuzzies||Fluffuary 2024
Summary:
The heroes are in Ordon for a snowfall festival. Twilight helps them put on customary clothes.
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alrighty have some twi fluff to make up twi whump XD
#somer writes#fluffuary 2024#lu fanfiction#lu chain#my excuse to put them in snuggly warm outfits#no goats were harmed in the making of these clothes
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, TVA crew (mentioned)
Additional Tags: Fluffuary 2024, Post-Season/Series 02, Mostly Canon Compliant, Established Relationship, Fix-It, Fluff, Fluff and Feels, Mobius is a supportive boyfriend, crying in the rain, happy tears, kinda sensory overload, but not really, Cuddling, a little bit of magic, don't ask me how they managed to get Loki out of the tree, it's not important
Series: Part 1 of Lokius Fluffuary 2024
Summary:
Everyone—B-15, Casey, and O.B.—had been so excited to see Loki back in their company, beyond relieved that their plan had worked. But seeing that Loki needed more time to adjust, they'd returned to the TVA, leaving him to Mobius, who patiently waited while Loki stood there and took in everything he'd been missing for so long.
After Loki is released from the heart of the multiverse tree, he takes some time to appreciate everything around him. Even the less-than-perfect things.
#loki#mobius#agent mobius#mobius m mobius#lokius#time husbands#wowki#loki series#fluffuary 2024#ao3 fanfic#my stuff
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I forgot to upload it yesterday but fluffuary day 2! I kinda struggled with showing it in the drawing BUT the thing is....whenever Beatrice gets blood-drawing duty she always buttons Aster's sleeve after she's done :] and I just think that's cute
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Fluffuary Drabubble - Banter/Flirting
I diiidddd iittt. I finally wrote a drabble for Fluffuary guys! ^^ It just came to mind out of nowhere after I saw someone's reblog of a forest. LOL Enjoy! I wrote this, while I was sleepy.
This is when Ilar and Hachiko are getting to know each other! Cause I wasn't sure if I should do an established relationship yet. XS I probably will but I gotta figure out hooowww they started dating first.
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Good Fences (Fluffuary #01)
Welcome to Fluffuary 2024! Check out the schedule here. This will be a multi-chapter story where the theme of each chapter is guided by the daily schedule. While they are meant to be read back-to-back, they can be read as one-shots, too. Thanks for being here! 🩷
They say that good fences make good neighbors, but when you share an apartment balcony with a handsome, kind, and single British SAS captain, you start to wonder if a fence is going to be enough to keep you away.
My blog is always restricted (MDNI) despite the fact that these works will contain very little smut.
FEB01: First Meeting
There was a strange man in your apartment’s foyer. He was dressed in olive green cargo pants, laced black boots, and a bomber jacket. On his head, a black woolen beanie sat just over his ears. His face was covered in a well-groomed beard, and his entire body filled the room. This man was enormous. Too big, you thought, for a normal man to be. He seemed like one of those characters at a theme park, dressed in carved foam, every part of them comically disproportionate to the tiny children screaming around them for hugs and attention.
You watched as he tried to use the elevator, and you melted a bit. He must have just moved in. That damn deathtrap hadn’t worked for the whole four years you’d lived here, and even if the doors did open, you could push every button that it had to offer and it still wouldn’t carry you up even an inch. You noticed that his hands, also too large, tightened their grip on a rattling, overstuffed cardboard box, so you made a quick comment,
“Are you just moving in?”
He turned, noticing you for the first time, and he smiled. That made his enormity much more palatable.
“Aye,” his British accent was distractingly strong, “I’m John.”
John shifted the weight of the box to his hip so he could shake your hand properly. He seemed like the kind of person who thought that a handshake in a first meeting was very important, so you stacked up your mail and keys into your left hand and offered him your right, letting his huge paw envelop your whole palm.
You told him your name, and you filled him in,
“Elevator’s been broken for years. You’re not going anywhere in that thing, and to be honest, I’d pay money not to.”
He chuckled, warm and deep, like a bass drum, and you enjoyed the way his eyes wrinkled as his smile reached them,
“Alright. Stairs it is.”
As you slogged your way upstairs, you chatted about all of the usual things. You discovered that he was in the British armed forces, and he was staying in Bethesda for an extended time, serving with some Americans. It was all very vague and cagey, but you’d been in the capitol and its surrounding towns for close to a decade now, so secretive answers were very much the norm.
You told him about your job as a student advocate. You worked from home most of the time, but you served students in tens of schools and districts around the region. He seemed to take quite a keen interest in your work, lauding you for your willingness to fight for student rights. You were such a lone wolf most of the time, it felt lovely for someone to finally take notice.
He kept following you, past floors three and four. By the time you reached your floor, the last one, you asked him,
“What apartment are you, if you don’t mind me asking. There’s only two per level, so you might’ve walked past it.”
He sighed,
“I’m all the way up. Just my luck right? 501B.”
“I’m 501A,” you stopped walking as the landing leveled off, pointing a thumb over your shoulder at your door.
He grinned, a little rakishly you thought,
“I might be luckier than I thought.”
You let his words wash over you for a minute, his rapt attention on you making your breath catch, and then you offered,
“Do you need some help getting in? Lemme hold that for you.”
“Aye, thanks.”
He popped open the door with a bit of a shove from his shoulder and trod inside. You followed him tentatively, not wanting to intrude on his space.
“I haven’t had a neighbor in years. Not a permanent one anyway. They all claim this unit is haunted,” you laughed, setting his box down on the countertop.
“Haunted? Well, I’ve met a few ghosts in my time. Should be alright.”
His way of smoothing out all of his words, purring them from his chest, was lulling you into a false sense of safety. Here you were, in the depths of this giant man’s empty kitchen, and you had forgotten all of your decorum somewhere down the stairs.
You turned to leave and he caught you, snaring you with his voice,
“Hey, it was nice to meet you.”
“Likewise. I’ll see you around,” you smiled politely, clutching your mail to your chest like a shield.
“You will,” he said, watching your retreat with a cool fascination.
As you slinked back into your place, shutting and locking the door behind you, you hung on that promise like a hook, realizing that you were very much looking forward to having that immense, burly man next door.
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Day 16: Cooking Together
#ffxiv#ff14#fluffuary 2024#ffxiv gpose#wolstinien#bastards in arms#kitali moonblade#estinien#estinien varlineau#making the best of the southern counter but man. my kingdom for housing items that fit my wol lmao#had to scale them both up to make it look proportionate
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discovery
summary: kung lao doesn't know when he developed his crush on raiden
warnings: none :)
Kung Lao wasn’t sure when he had developed a crush on Raiden. Perhaps it was when they had met as young kids in the cabbage fields. Kung Lao had been waiting on the side of the patch waiting for his father to finish up the work day and eating some sugar tomatoes that his mother had packed for him earlier. He had spotted a young boy his age running down the road excitedly when the young boy had suddenly tripped and tumbled down into the road face-first. Kung Lao stood up from his spot, unsure if the boy needed help or not. Whenever Kung Lao fell down, he usually got right back up with a smile on his face and a few bruises on his knees. However, the little boy instead sat up and started to sob quite loudly. Walking up with a determined look, Kung Lao marched up to the boy and sat down next to him.
“My ma says that when you fall down, you have to get back up.” Kung Lao held out the small plastic container holding the snack, and the little boy sniffled and slowly took one of the slices and nibbled on it.
“I’m Kung Lao.”
“My name is Raiden.” The little boy mumbled as he finished his tomato slice, some tear streaks still drying on his face. Kung Lao stood up and offered his hand to Raiden. The boy took his hand and also stood up, and Kung Lao dragged him over to the side of the field.
“Do you wanna be my friend?” Kung Lao asked. Raiden nodded, and that was the start of their friendship.
Maybe Kung Lao’s crush had developed in school. Kung Lao was a cocky teenager and had said some choice words to some older kids. And so, after school when he was supposed to meet up with Raiden to go to Madam Bo’s for training, the older kids had ambushed and dragged him to some unknown corner in the school. Kung Lao may have had some martial arts training, but against several other opponents, Kung Lao had no chance.
Two of the older boys were holding Kung Lao up by his arms as another pummeled into him. It had been a while since they had started beating him up, and Kung Lao’s body ached too much to fight back anymore. In fact, he was pretty sure one of his ribs was broken, his nose was definitely broken, and one of his eyes was so swollen he couldn’t see out of it anymore.
“You gonna apologize now, you fucking brat?” The bully in front of him lifted Kung Lao’s head up by his hair. Kung Lao gave him a cheeky smile and then spit in his face and watched with his non-swollen eye how the blood and spit slid down the bully’s cheek. The bully reared back his fist, ready to knock out one of Kung Lao’s teeth when the door to the room swung open. The two bullies let go of Kung Lao, and he fell face-first onto the floor, too tired to really catch himself with his hands. Faintly, he could hear some yelling and some undignified screams coming from the bullies, but Kung Lao couldn’t really care. Not when the pain in his body screamed at him. Not when he felt so tired. He probably had a concussion from how hard one of them had flung him into a desk earlier.
“Kung Lao?!”
He looked up to find Raiden’s blurry face and felt himself be moved to be cradled in the other boy’s arms. Kung Lao looked around and found Madam Bo reprimanding the three bullies, all of them bowing low on the ground and sporting some new bumps on their heads.
“Hey, hey, stay awake. We should get you to the hospital.” Raiden lifted Kung Lao up, and Kung Lao might’ve thought it would’ve looked like a scene from a movie. The male protagonist picks up the romantic love interest and carries them away into the sunset. Except that Raiden was just his friend and that Kung Lao needed to go to the hospital. Raiden had stayed with Kung Lao the entire time he was in the hospital that day.
Or maybe Kung Lao’s crush on Raiden began when they graduated from school and started working the fields together. Neither of them were bogged down by homework or cleaning duties, and so had much more time to banter with each other as they gathered and planted the different vegetables growing at the farm. At the farm, Kung Lao got to see Raiden in all his glory. Sometimes, Raiden would take off his shirt, and the sun would glow around him in a way that looked like he had just descended from heaven. Kung Lao usually couldn’t look at Raiden those days in fear of accidentally drooling at the sight. They also had much more time to spar, and it was hard to ignore the muscles that Raiden had gained as they both grew into adults.
Kung Lao wasn’t quite sure when he had grown this crush on Raiden, maybe it was just a culmination of every moment they had been together, but as Raiden jabbed at Kung Lao’s ribs with his elbow and Kung Lao just laughed and handed the bill over, he was suddenly overcome with the desire to kiss Raiden. He really wanted to kiss Raiden.
As the man finished paying the bill and handed the money to Madam Bo, they both stood up and walked out into the night, continuing their conversation from before. Before long, they reached Raiden’s place, and just before he could enter his home, Kung Lao grabbed onto Raiden’s hand.
“Kung Lao?”
In the dim moonlight, Raiden looked ethereal. The moonlight framed his face just right and lit his face perfectly. His eyebrows were raised in a questioning gaze, and his lips were slightly parted. Kung Lao’s heart pounded in his chest, and he hoped the dark of the night hid his blush. Instead of answering, Kung Lao reached up and tucked a piece of loose hair behind Raiden’s ear.
“I really like you.” Kung Lao blurted out, immediately regretting how rushed it was. He was Kung Lao, he was supposed to be cocky, arrogant, and suave. Not whatever that was.
Raiden was silent, and Kung Lao felt his heart drop to his stomach.
“I’m-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. Let’s just forget about this-” Kung Lao took a step back, but Raiden held steadfast onto his hand and pulled him closer.
“I like you too.” Raiden let his arms wrap around Kung Lao’s slender waist, and Kung Lao clung onto Raiden’s shoulders at the sudden shortening of distance.
“Really? I mean. Yeah, of course you do. Everyone likes me.” Kung Lao stammered out. Raiden just smiled and drew his head in closer until their lips were just a breath apart.
“May I kiss you?”
Kung Lao nodded, and Raiden closed the distance between them. Perhaps Kung Lao would never find out when he developed his crush on Raiden, but maybe it didn’t matter because Raiden liked Kung Lao back and that was all Kung Lao needed.
#fluffuary 2024#fluff#noodle's writings#mk1#mortal kombat 1#mortal kombat fanfiction#mortal kombat#raiden#raiden mk1#kung lao#kung lao mk1#railao#raiden x kung lao#kung lao x raiden
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Ahhh, ahhh...
#i need a screenshot tag#azem minthe#azme ariadne#plant girlfriends#fluffuary 2024#prompt: discovery#i have many feelings about this cuz i've always been able to see this song in my mind#and i've previously wanted to illustrate it#but i never felt up to drawing it#so i gposed it instead#and minthe became the girl with the kaleidoscope eyes#and ari was the subject#:D
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💛Welcome to Year 5 of Fluff-uary, with new prompts!💛
FLUFF-uary is a creation celebration designed to display all your sweetness and light for the whole month of February. There will be a prompt for each day and you can do as many as you like, in any combination or order.
Feel free to write, draw, edit photos/videos…whatever you’re inspired to create. Have fun, it’s not a contest. You can join in for the whole month, do one or two, or even come up with your own. Do it at your own pace, even after February is over. There’s no word or size limits or restrictions other than to keep it sweet (no whump, please – we’re all about the comfort zone here).
When uploading your fluffs, please tag properly with the prompt, the tag fluffuary2024, and any other applicable tags (like genre, characters, any content warnings if you decide to go NSFW etc.) Any questions can be directed @ir0n-angel and @crackinglamb.
As always, we hope everyone has a good time.
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banter/flirting
being silly
pining
flustered/tongue-tied
discovery
borrowing clothes
helping out
laughing together
"This made me think of you."
private language
caretaking
holding hands
flower crowns
dancing
acts of devotion
cooking together
snuggling
night out
love bites
sharing food
forehead kiss/touch
giving reassurance
"I choose you."
hugs
"You changed my life."
promises
reminiscing
"I love you."
sweet fluff (writer's choice)
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Fun in The Snow With Friends
Author: Autobot2001
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Transformers
Pairing None
Description: Fun in the snow with friends.
@fluffyfebruary; snow
@fluffbruary; hot
“You know what we should do?” Drift asks Jamie, “get our friends to come here and have a snowball flight.”
Jamie smiles at the idea. Having Crosshairs, Lightning, Lily, and the terror twins come to her dimension has been fun, They video call their friends who are in another dimension.
“Oh no, I’m not joining this time,” Cade declares.
The others with him, Drift and Jamie, laugh.
“It’s not a training exercise this time,” Drift explains, “no teams.”
Cade still refuses to take part in the snowball fight. Drift and Jamie’s other friends still want to have one. They get dressed for the weather before going to Jamie’s dimension while Drift and Jamie get ready.
The five friends debate about letting Jamie use her water bending. That’s why Cade refused to join the snowball fight. They also talk about how long they should have a snowball fight. Lily brings up how she wants to go sledding. The plan is a half-hour snowball and a half-hour sledding. Everyone will feel the cold by then, considering it’s only ten degrees (-12° c) out. They decide Jamie cannot use her powers.
The half-hour snowball fight is fun, even with everyone getting hit repeatedly with snowballs. Some more than others. No one kept count of the number of times the friends went sledding down the hill. Jamie and Lily loved being pulled up the hill by Drift and Sunstreaker.
One hour, as Drift presumed, is sufficient for everyone. While Crosshairs and Sunstreaker won’t admit it, like everyone else, they’re a little cold. Drift had a slow cooker of soup cooking while the five friends were playing in the snow.
“Hot soup to warm us,” he tells them as he shows them the soup he has been cooking.
Once everyone has their bowl of soup, they all sit on the sectional and watch TV.
#fluffy february#fluffy february 2024#day 1#snow#fluffuary2024#fluffuary#hot#sledding#snowball fight#fun with friends#hot soup#transformers#transformers fanfiction#transformers autobots#transformers drift#transformers crosshairs#transformers terror twins#transformers sideswipe#transformers sunstreaker#Jamie (OC)#Lily Jones (OC)
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