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kiwisimps · 2 years

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Cuddles?

description: feeling a bit needy for his love and affection

word count: 637

genre: fluff

tw: n/a

cw: n/a

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a/n: hello, it's been a bit since I wrote anything so take this :D

it was supposed to be just a small blurb, or well it is? whatever classifies as a blurb, it was supposed to be very short, but it got a bit more deeper than intended, nothing triggering tho, just how to communicate needs and whatnot, so, hopefully you guys enjoy it :D

btw follow oni_kouga on twitch, he's a very kind streamer imo and his model is amazing :D

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You heard faint rustling as you felt the blanket and the weight on the mattress shift next to you, “mmm.. Kouga?” you called out, your eyes slowly opening. The sunlight blinded you but they adjusted nicely after a bit and you saw your boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed. His silky, white hair looked as soft and smooth as ever and his red horns glistened under sunlight that bled through the curtain. It’s surprising how you ever pulled a man like him, it almost feels like a dream.

“Hey,” he turned to face you “sorry, did I wake you up?” He came closer and kissed your forehead.

“It’s fine, nothing wrong with waking.., up, a bit early” you yawned “do you have work today” you asked.

“Unfortunately, I do..,” he sighs “was there something you wanted to do?” he asks, softly.

“Well.., I did want to cuddle for a bit but, it’s fine, I don’t want to keep you away from work, y’know?” you told him

“I could always take the day off, especially for you,” he teases with a smile and you smile back.

“Only if you want to, I’m not trying to coerce you into staying home with me” you say, jokingly and he chuckled softly.

“I don’t mind a little more ‘us’ time, just lemme text my manager” he says, grabbing his phone from the bedside table..

“Oh yeah? And what kind of excuse are you gonna pull out of your ass?” you tease, giggling afterwards.

“Well, I could lie saying I don’t feel well or,” he says, before coming closer, “I could be straightforward and tell them we’re planning to have some.., ‘fun’ today” he whispers in your ear and you feel your ears heat up before you push him away.

“You’re such a pervert!” you told him, before covering your face out of embarrassment and you could practically picture the smile on his face as he laughed.

“And yet here you are, staying with this so-called ‘pervert’ you claim me to be” he says “besides, don’t you want to have some 'fun'” he continues.

“W-well..,” you stayed quiet for a bit, considering it “I wouldn’t mind it..” you said quietly. there was a sudden shift in the mood which made you regret the words you had said. "Wait- shit- sorry, I didn't mean it that way, I just-" you felt embarrassed and flustered for reacting the way you did.

“Hey, look at me..,” he says, gently pulling your hand away from your face and you reluctantly met his gaze. “just cause I suggested it, doesn’t mean you have to, I was just teasing” he says, softly, chuckling a bit.

“No, no! It’s nothing like that, I promise,” you told him “just.., unsure how to approach it, is all” you told, trying to reassure him.

“Well for starters, don’t feel the need to force yourself if you don’t want to and secondly, you don’t have to always put my needs above yours, relationships are a two way street and we have time after all” he says, kissing the back of your hand and you felt your body warmed over.

“Thank you.., for understanding and for being patient with me, I truly appreciate it” you told him, smiling at him, feeling loved. “Are we still up for cuddles by any chance?” you asked him and he smiled warmly.

“Of course, love, it’s one of the reasons why I’m staying home aren’t I?” he says, lifting the blanket over him before laying next to you “now, come here and lay in my arms and let’s forget our worries for now..” still feeling warm and fuzzy, you laid next to him, making yourself comfortable in his arms before wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his chest. “Thank you, again, Kouga.”

#vtuber #onikouga #kiwisimps #moonlight cuddles #kiwisimps imagines #kiwi simps

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missionkitty · 8 months

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[Image ID: a digital illustration of a large werewolf covered in dark brown hair closely holding and embracing a petite woman with light skin and dark brown hair on a dark grayish-purple background. the werewolf greatly outsizes the woman and his hand easily covers most of the woman's back as he holds her. they both look content with their eyes closed as they are close to each other. /End ID]

when i'm in that rare sleepy-but-not-tired state i always have to draw big cuddles...

#moonlight valley comic #artists on tumblr #moonlight valley #webcomic #werewolf #web series #original characters #original series #werewolf oc #fluff #romance #size difference #werewolf art #watched elemental this morning too so i've had fluffy feelings all day #the lauv song from it (steal the show) has firmly embedded itself in my brain #though most of what lauv produces gets stuck up there anyway #but that's neither here nor there #big werewolf cuddles go brrrrrr

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thedorfmirrin · 2 months

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Commission for @denim-lich of Barry and Astarion in their furry design forms cuddling in the moonlight 💕💕✨💜🌌💜✨💕💕

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o-wyrmlight · 1 year

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King Pure Vanilla Cookie (and his husband) are here to deliver the message that Valentine's Day isn't just about couples, but about appreciating the people that you love and care about! It doesn't matter if you are in a romantic relationship, if you're a parent or a child, if you have friends or if you're alone. Valentine's Day is about love, and it's about showing the people you love (even platonically!) that you care for them. That you appreciate them.

So buy yourself a box of chocolates or a stuffed bear if that's what it takes, if you want. Treat yourself.

#pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla cookie x premier custard cookie #dark cacao cookie #dark choco cookie #moonlight cookie #sea fairy cookie #moonfairy #seamoon #seafairy gave moonlight a stuffed bear to cuddle while she sleeps ❤️

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kiwisimps · 2 years

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The Lantern Rite Festival

description: this was a night you were going to hold dearly to your heart

word count: 404

genre: fluff

tw: n/a

cw: slight ooc (?)

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The time finally came to enjoy the lantern rite festival and its festivities, it’s the start of the new year afterall. You looked over the street where lines of stalls lined up, filled with little trinkets and treasures, but what caught both your eyes and Paimon's was the delicacies that are sold during this once a year event. You both had spent the time running around visiting the stalls, or moreso Paimon dragging you along. Though, you remember the promise you made with the wangshu innkeeper, sure, you brought the festival to Xiao, but you wished he was here to truly experience it all. ‘He’s so stubborn,’ you thought to yourself, ‘always thinking he has to carry the burden alone.’ that’s when another thought came into mind, what if you make an offering for him? Would he show up then? It’s possible but would he even accept it?

Despite the doubts, you’ve decided to buy the dish he has favor which is almond tofu and with the dish in hand, it’s time to find somewhere quiet where he’ll, hopefully, appear. “Xiao?” you called for him “xiao, are you there?” you say again and feel his presence nearby.

“What is it, traveler?” he asks, straight to the point as usual

“I thought we could spend the rest of the festival together,” you told him “if you need any more convincing, I have almond tofu?” you smiled awkwardly. He looked at you with a surprised expression for a split moment before going back to his natural expression.

“I- uh- sure..” he sat down and you followed after him, sitting next to him. “D-do you need to be so close?” he asks with a slight nervous tone.

“What? Not used it?” you ask with a teasing tone before handing the dish to him

“I- well- mm..” he went quiet and simply looked away from you. It was silent for some time before he broke it “thank you..” he says quietly “for the almond tofu and calling me out here” and you smiled in response

“Of course, I didn’t want to leave you alone, that’s what friends are for, right?” you looked over to him, beaming, enjoying his company. He looked at you with another surprised look before replying with a hum and soon took a bite out of the tofu, you watched as his eyes seemed to gleam and for once.. he seemed to be at peace.

#genshin impact xiao #xiao #genshin xiao #xiao fluff #xiao fanfic #fluff oneshot #kiwisimps #genshin impact #genshin #kiwisimps imagines #kiwi simps #moonlight cuddles

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sarasapen · 2 years

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What The Moon Knows

Under Coruscant’s moonlight, attraction blooms. Slowly, but surely, it takes root, until it can no longer be deniable. Let it never be said that Obi-Wan has ever let such feelings overwhelm him.

In other words, Obi-Wan starts finding his student and close friend attractive.

EDIT: IN CASE IT WASNT CLEAR, THIS IS A PART OF THE LITTLE ONE UNIVERSE LOLOL SORRY I FORGOT TO MENTION

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There is no life without death.

There is no love without hate.

There is no light without dark.

And therefore there is no moon without the bittersweet musings of those beneath it.

It’s his body that knows before his mind does.

It’s his body that feels the dip of the mattress, his body that turns in response, his body that spreads his arms and creates a space between them. It is only half a minute later, when he finally manages to blink away sleep for just long enough to form a thought, that his mind catches up.

“Nightmare?” Obi-Wan rasps, gently scraping his nails against the back of his padawan’s head. He doesn’t know what time it is, or what day of the week. All he knows is the one in his arms.

“Of my mother,” Anakin croaks, and Obi-Wan pulls him closer, pulls the boy- because that’s what he is, even though he’s taller than him, even though he’s more powerful in the Force, Anakin is just a boy- he pulls the boy into his chest, where he can hear the steady ba-dump. ba-dump. ba-dump. of Obi-Wan’s heart.

The boy takes in a shuddering breath, once, twice, three times, and then his body relaxes, and after a long moment, Obi-Wan lets his eyes close.

It’s his body that knows before his mind does.

Slivers of moonlight flit between the blinds of his window.

It’s his body that feels the dip of the mattress.

Between the streams of silver-grey light are patches of endless dark.

His body that turns in response.

Outside the window, too, is dark.

His body that spreads his arms and creates a space between them.

Above all the dark, is the moon, ever-watching, ever-seeing.

It is only half a minute later, when he finally manages to blink away sleep for just long enough to form a thought, that his mind catches up.

It is the moon’s light that bathes his room in serenity.

“Nightmare?” Obi-Wan rasps, gently scraping his nails against the back of his padawan’s head. He doesn’t know what time it is, or what day of the week. All he knows is the one in his arms.

“You’re so warm,” you sigh, already half-asleep again. Obi-Wan makes a sound at the back of his throat, tilting his head up slightly so you don’t bump into his chin. He closes his eyes…

“Master,” you say.

“Mm?” He grunts, eyes closed. He inhales, exhales, sinks a little deeper into the pillow.

“Master?” He hears, and Obi-Wan makes a startled half-snore half-gasp and blinks, frowning at the shadow on the wall from the half-closed blinds. His vision focuses slightly, the blinds flutter, more moonlight streams through.

“You say something?” He asks, nuzzling his nose into your hair, inhaling slowly and smiling. His eyes are closed. He inhales, exhales, the tension leaves his body.

“Obi?” He hears, small and quiet, and he pulls back, blinking harshly to force himself awake. The shadow on the wall is longer now. He shuffles back slightly. Not too much, his legs still intertwined with yours, his arms still around your body, but he gently pulls at your chin to tilt your head up to meet his gaze.

Your own eyes are closed, breaths coming in shallow puffs through parted lips. Your eyebrows draw together and a whine begins in your throat, so Obi-Wan drags his hand down and smooths it gently over your neck.

“I have you,” He whispers, so softly he’s not sure if he actually spoke or if his sleep-addled mind imagined it. His fingers rest against your pulse point, steady, soothing, and he feels his eyes close again.

His hand drags up again, reason unknown to his mind. It’s always his body that seems to know first. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, and he presses his forehead to yours.

It would be so easy to kiss you.

And perhaps that was the start.

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It doesn’t happen overnight.

Or it does.

It doesn’t. Maybe it’s a mix of both.

Obi-Wan is neither stupid nor blind. It’s been several years since others your age have begun to express interest. He’s sometimes seen the looks that linger just a little too long from other Padawans. He knows your smile is pretty; how couldn’t he? When he’s been the lucky recipient of so many.

Halfway into your Padawan training, Obi-Wan is already well aware that you’re attractive. That isn’t to say he’s attracted to you; no, not at all. You’re young, naive and childish, because you are, still, a child. He gives plenty of not-so-subtle lectures on propriety and modesty and the Jedi Way, lectures that had your face burning as you squirmed deeper into the sofa as if it would take pity on you and swallow you whole. Sometimes Anakin would join, snickering from wherever he was perched, glad to finally see someone else go through the mortification he once did.

Another occurrence happens shortly after you’re old enough to drink. Somewhere in the heart of Coruscant’s nightlife, far beyond the reaches of any natural light, four force-sensitives sit at a bar. There’s an empty shot glass in front of you, and you’re grimacing as you swallow, not at all impressed by the taste.

The girl behind you is awfully impressed by your vibe as Ahsoka had once said, and asks you if you want to dance.

There’s another lecture waiting for once you get back to the temple.

“You flirt on missions all the time,” Anakin says oh so helpfully, and Obi-Wan watches your eyes peek over a pillow, cheeks flushed.

“That’s different,” Obi-Wan says, even as he briefly considers what it would be like, flirting with you.

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Perhaps it truly doesn’t happen overnight.

Obi-Wan is sat in front of some younglings, crowding around him for answers to questions he’s answered a dozen times over, and he’ll answer a dozen more. You’re seated in the far corner of the room, a stuffed bantha in one arm and a toddler in your other.

The crèche masters that watch over this particular group had all gotten a nasty case of the flu, and you were quick to offer up help.

When he feels a sudden surge of soft affection through your bond, Obi-Wan looks up, taking in your easy smile. The little Pantoran in your lap tugs gently at your Padawan braid, and you softly coax her attention away with stories of A Nice Bantha from Far Away.

Not for the first time, Obi-Wan muses at how well you’ve always managed younglings.

For the first time, Obi-Wan’s thoughts stray to what a good parent you could have been if you lived a life away from the Order; he thinks of you, with your own child in your arms, smiling at them with the sweet smile you often give him. It’s a fantasy that does not play out in his mind for much longer than a few seconds, for his attention is called away by the hoard of excited children.

In the future flashes of quick daydreams, it escapes his notice that the child in your arms, no matter their age, no matter their gender, always had hair his colour.

It is not something he ever notices.

At least, consciously.

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Dreams.

A dream is a succession of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that usually occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.

Involuntarily.

Obi-Wan ignores the glaring sign in his mind saying but you’re a Jedi. Dreams are different, for Jedi.

How else could he explain the dream he had of kissing you? How else could he explain the way your skin felt against his, the way you tilted into him, the way your hairdo didn’t sport a Padawan braid anymore?

It was just what it was. An involuntary culmination of things he already knew. That you were attractive, that you had a nice smile, that your training was ending soon.

It was not, it absolutely was not a vision. He could not let himself hope.

The only thing more dangerous than fear, something the Jedi rarely addressed, was hope.

It’s his body that knows before his mind does.

“Nightmare?” Obi-Wan rasps, fighting the sudden, hazy feeling of déjà vu, despite his heart telling him it’s something completely different.

It’s only when skin touches bare skin that his mind finally catches on.

He’s shirtless- he’s realising that now. It was a decision he made a few hours ago, and it was entirely consensual and entirely innocent. Coruscant’s sun had a cycle that expelled a flurry of solar flares every two and a bit Coruscanti years, resulting in a heatwave that lasted no more than two weeks. While not dangerous to inhabitants, the entirety of Coruscant seemed to quiet in those weeks, trade become all but nonexistent for a few blissful moments of silence.

Now, however, when Obi-Wan’s hand comes into contact with a very much completely bare thigh- the situation no longer feels innocent nor consensual.

“Room was stuffy,” comes a muffled response, and Obi-Wan trails his gaze over what was your own choice of pyjamas for the night- an oversized shirt and what he hopes to all the stars above is a pair of tiny shorts and not-

Force guide him.

His Padawan, the beautiful thing, seems to decide at that moment to nuzzle against him, your nose rubbing delicately at the space between his collarbones. A body shifts, Obi-Wan isn’t sure who’s, but then his arm is securely around your waist and back and your leg has nudged its way between his.

You press closer then; this much Obi-Wan is sure is your own doing, but if it is your body or your mind that is taking the lead here, he chooses not to consider. Your lips ghost over his skin as you slowly tilt your head up, nosing against his throat. Obi-Wan remains deathly still as you shift and squirm and wriggle until you’re comfortable, which means now that your face is tucked right up against him. He can feel each of your breaths, he can smell the scent of your shampoo, he can feel your arm curl around his own bare waist.

“Hm,” you say sleepily, and Obi-Wan thinks he could kiss you right now.

He could so easily do so much more than kiss you-

It is then that Obi-Wan accepts that he simply cannot deny it anymore- he finds his Padawan attractive.

He knows you are attractive, in the simply objective sense of knowing, as he knows the sun is hot.

But this- this is akin to standing in the open sands of Tatooine, the glaring sun beating down on him, his robes half-drenched and the other half abandoned on the ground, being fully and completely surrounded and overwhelmed by hot.

And so there Obi-Wan Kenobi is, attracted to his Padawan. He finds you attractive-you attract him. You are lovely, in every sense of the word, and beautiful- oh, how beautiful. He knows this now, he feels this now, with every breath he takes.

But attraction is fleeting.

Attraction is oftentimes out of one’s control.

Obi-Wan has been attracted to several people over the course of his life, and it has never been a subject of shame, to him. Why should something be a source of shame, when it is out of one’s control?

Obi-Wan was even, at one point, years ago now, briefly attracted to Master Luminara, and he is fairly certain she returned the sentiment. Now she was nothing more than a friend, an acquaintance really, one he respected and thought well of, and he had honestly forgotten about his previous attraction until this moment.

He would meditate then, Obi-Wan decides. Obi-Wan already meditated before bed, a daily routine of his. Now he would meditate in the mornings, before he was privy to the way your lips curled when you smiled. He would meditate after breakfast, and try to forget the absolutely endearing way you’d scrunch your nose up in the early hours without realising it. He would find time to slip away during the day to mediate if only to get the sound of your laughter out of his mind. If you proved to be a distraction, he would meditate several times a day if that’s what it took-

Obi-Wan had a foolproof plan. His attraction to his Padawan would wane with time, he was sure of it. In five years, he wouldn’t even remember this, it would be a little chapter of his life that was simply inconsequential to his story.

He wakes up once again, finds a girl curled up in his bed, and he curls into her, holds her against him. Then he slips away, onto the tiny open fire escape of his room. He sits on the floor, tilts his head up to face the cool night breeze and allow the lights of Coruscant’s never sleeping night-life wash over his face.

The moon, large and imposing against a black backdrop, stares down at him. He stares back.

“It will wane with time,” He says firmly, forcing himself into meditation.

-and oh, how did the frequency of Obi-Wan’s meditations grow.

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the end?

As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts! Hope all of you are well <3

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#obi wan kenobi #obi wan #obi wan x reader #padawan reader #first attraction #fluff #hurt and comfort #Anakin Skywalker #dreams #moonlight #under the moonlight #cuddles #sleepy cuddles #idk I cant think of tags

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lost-in-azalea-forest · 6 months

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yO, DUDE *puts a colacao between your hands* YOU SHOULD LOVE YOURSELF LIKE YOUR F/OS LOVE YOU *puts a blanket over you to make sure you're comfortable* DUDE FR YOU ARE AMAZING AND THEY ARE CONSTANTLY TALKING ABOUT YOU *throws f/o note at you*

YOU KNOW WHAT BRO *softly pats your head and shoulder* YOUR F/OS ARE SOOOOO IN LOVE WITH YOU THEY CANT SHUT UP ABOUT IT FR IVE WITNESSED IT *helps your cat get on bed to cuddle you* ALSO WELT IS SENDING A CHEEK KISS FOR GOOD LUCK AND A REMINDER THAT YOU ARE THE BEST CHILD HE COULD HAD EVER ASKED FOR *shows you text messages of your platonic f/os filling a groupchat of messages saying they love you and are so proud of you* I ALSO GOT SENT TO GIVE YOU THIS

GOOD MORNING

(all the capital letters in this ask are positive and meant to express the energy of the moment)

(@platonic-qpr-selfshipping)(I am sorry for the kind of implied aro-nonamorous luffy here i am always self-projecting on him and thought you wouldnt mind lmao)

so, i think spam of vas-blushing.jpg stickers said it all but fjkdfjksxjf saving both these notes and adding it to my special folder for important things only, thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺

oh and thank you for colacao, im rn as every other thursday in train and it was 1°C so yes yes i need warmth, both for my hands and for my heart, thank you again so much you are so nice and sweet TT also, am so glad to have dad's and my boyfriends and friends and cats support 🥺

#bro. BRO TT ILYYYYYY #emma and elsa would love you fr fr they are coming to cuddle you too btw #good morning to you too 🥺#bro ily ily ily 💚💚💚💚#oh and tbh aro l.uffy supremacy #ask #@thegreeninyoureyes #@platonic-qpr-selfshipping #pudding dates and moonlight kisses #im not lost if im with you

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corgiplays · 2 years

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Werewolf Nancy and Robin in the first few chapters in my Stranger Things Rewrite

Nancy waking up after a full moon and for the first time since being bitten she feels peaceful. She doesn't register it yet but she's laying on top of someone and the warmth they give off is so comfortable that she buries her head further into they crook of their neck. The person just mumbles something before tightening the arm that's draped accros Nancy's waist, that wakes Nancy up and she pushes herself off startling the person who was under her.

It's awkward when Nancy tries covering herself in front of the half dazed naked woman in front of her who looks like a child who got their stuffed toy ripped away from them in the middle of the night. And Nancy is trying hard to keep her eyes locked on the woman's and not her toned body, the happy trail leading down, the bit of scruffy stubble along the woman's jaw or the multitude of smaller and larger scars on the woman. The two talk and Nancy finds out that the woman is a werewolf and apparently her wolf and the woman's- Robin's wolf frolicked around the forest together.

Robin ends up giving Nancy some clothes she has stashed away all over Hawkins forest and they leave each other to go along with their day. Nancy gets a weird look from Mike about her clothes but thinks their Steve's, Nancy spends the rest of the day trying to keep Robin out of her mind.

It's even more embarrassing when Nancy goes to school and finds herself sharing five different classes with Robin and the girl giving back her clothes that she looked for after Nancy left.

And thus begins the weird friendship between Robin and Nancy as Nancy figures out more of her werewolf heritage with the multitude of journals and documents that Robin has in her home, exposing Hawkins Laboratory for what it is and a slow burn ronance ;) as I rewrite seasons 2-4

When I mean slow burn I mean these bitches have been in love with each other since Robin returned Nancy clothes after spending the rest of her day finding and washing Nancy's clothes for her but they won't figure it out till either after season 3 before season 4 or after/during season 4

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fogsrollingin · 7 months

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forgive & forget by Fool_for_love. Gentlebeard, mature, 44k words. Summary: It hits him then, like a wave breaking on sand, loud as thunder when it crashes, then trickling away into little rivulets flowing back home, murmuring one word over and over and over. Ed. The problem is, Stede doesn’t recall ever having met anyone named Ed. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41966646 It's tough to read a lot of similar reunion dialogue and scenarios. This fic really distinguished itself with using the amnesia trope so deftly to give readers the nuanced slow burn we all want.

Take it slow (hold me close) by ghostalservice. Gentlebeard, 1.6k words, Teen+ Summary: a quick tag to 2.05! Ed is cold. https://archiveofourown.org/works/50776432 Love love LOVE this!!! When Ed's shivers started in earnest I was like YAAAS nothing like the imagery of warm Stede hugging a trembling cold Ed. Thank you so much!

Every Good Thing by allineedisaquill. Gentlebeard, 5k words, Teen+. Summary: "They’re the fucking same, aren’t they? All this time, perfect mirrors of each other. Ed looks at Stede and sees himself. Ed gets it. He gets all of it." Set directly after 2x05. Stede asks Ed to stay and they talk some more things through. https://archiveofourown.org/works/50912695/ Really loved the intimacy of this fic. All I want is these kind of cuddles forever and ever in ofmd fanfic 🥰🥰🥰

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