Ceadaoin = Fluff

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Happy Hump Day my lovelies! I am classics_lover continuing to host this week. Wednesday's theme is Fluff. Prompts can be anything fluffy. Maybe everyone in the MCU goes out for ice cream together, maybe Steve and Danno spend a weekend cuddling on the couch watching movies. Go wild and fluffy!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

+ MCU (Avengers'verse), ensemble, "Time for gelato!"

+ Dragon Age, Blackwall/any, "Stop angsting, I forgive you!"

+ Frasier, Niles Crane/Daphne Moon + Martin Crane, post-canon getting a dog

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MCU (Avengers'verse), ensemble, "Time for gelato!"

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Dragon Age, Blackwall/any, "Stop angsting, I forgive you!"

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Frasier, Niles Crane/Daphne Moon + Martin Crane, post-canon getting a dog

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Hawaii Five-O, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, a rare weekend where they don't get interrupted by murder

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Star Trek DS9, Julian Bashir(/Garak) + Miles O'Brien, holosuite shenanigans

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Angel the series, Angel + or / Cordelia Chase, Angel is brooding about something and Cordy makes it her personal mission to cheer him up

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Friends, ensemble, the gang plays a board game (and Monica gets really competitive, of course)

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Veronica Mars, Keith Mars + Veronica Mars, he actually does get her a pony at some point

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Any, any, braiding a friend or loved one’s hair

Inspired by a scene in Buffy with Buffy and Xander braiding Willow's hair...

Fill (The Flash, Cisco/Harry, G)

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Harry would probably never admit it out loud, but he loved Cisco's hair. It was long and glossy and so much fun to run his fingers through. Mostly when they were in bed together, but he'd also recently started braiding Cisco's hair to keep it out of his face during fights.

It was a skill he'd picked up because of Jesse. As a child, she'd demanded he braid it almost every day. He'd gotten pretty good at it, if he did say so himself.

Cisco seemed to agree, going by the way he always came back for more. He would happily settle back against Harry’s knees as Harry braided his hair, the longest he usually stayed still for anything unless he was deep in a project. Harry’s favorite part, though, were the little noises of happiness Cisco would make as Harry scratched lightly at his scalp, detangling and massaging all in one.

It was an intimate process that usually ended in kisses that inevitably got interrupted by whatever bad guy they were currently after. Harry didn’t mind too much, even if he did grumble about it. As long as he got to keep braiding Cisco’s hair, he was happy.

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, camping outdoors (and snuggling in the same tent :-D)

Hawaaii Five-0 Steve/Danny Camping

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“This is nice, isn’t it? I mean, we finally have a day to ourselves,” Steve said as he turned to Danny. He saw the relaxed smile on his lover’s face.

“Yeah it is. Although, this isn’t really what I had in mind,” Danny said as he shrugged his shoulders.

“What’s wrong with this?” Steve asked as he stood up and motioned with his hands at what was next to him.

“Steve, I’m not really the camping type,” he said as he raised a hand to stop Steve from interrupting. “I get it, it’s your thing, you enjoy it, so I’m here. But, this isn’t exactly my idea of a fun way to pass the day.” He turned from Steve to haul out their cooler from Steve’s truck. “But, the tent does have possibilities,” he said with a sly smile on his face.

Steve walked over to help Danny, only to throw his arms around Danny’s body, pulling him in close for a kiss. “Yes, it does,” he said as he kissed Danny’s cheek before letting go of Danny so he helped with getting the rest of their gear from the truck.

Once the fire pit had been dug, fire started and chairs set up next to it, they sat sipping a beer each, enjoying the quiet of their surroundings.

Steve looked over at Danny and his breath caught in his throat, seeing the man he loved sitting so relaxed next to him, knowing this was something Danny was willing to endure for him. He wondered how he’d gotten so lucky.

“What?” Danny asked as he caught Steve looking at him.

“Nothing.” Steve raised the bottle to his lips, took another so he didn’t have to speak any further. He wasn’t good with expressing his emotions, they both knew that.

Danny smiled, shook his head and set his bottle down. Standing up, he stretched, flexing stiff muscles. “Hungry?” He asked as he walked to their cooler.

“Always,” Steve responded back. He watched as Danny looked back at him. He saw the look on Danny’s face, the one where he wasn’t sure if Steve meant hungry for food or something else. Let him guess, Steve thought to himself.

Thinking ahead, they’d packed sandwiches, knowing neither would want to cook after the drive up the coast to the secluded camping area or pitching the tent and getting the fire pit dug. Danny fished in the cooler until he found the sandwiches and brought them back. He handed one to Steve as he sat back down. They chatted about the drive and their lazy day, neither really wanting to talk about work, knowing it would kill the relaxed mood between them.

As night fell, Danny watched the stars glitter in the darkened sky. He sighed in contentment. Sure, this wasn’t what he’d really thought he’d be doing on a day off, but he had to admit it was relaxing, just the two of them together. Do distractions, no work, no stress.

Steve watched as the ember of the fire began to die. He poked at them with a stick, watched the glow of the embers as he moved them around. His attention was drawn back to Danny as he yawned.

“Tired?” Steve asked. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He stood and extended a hand to Danny as he kicked sand over the last of the fire.

Danny took Steve’s hand and allowed Steve to pull him to his feet as he shuffled behind him and into the tent.

They both managed to change into sweatpants and t-shirts in the confined space without managing to knock each other out. Something they both marveled at. Danny was sure one of them would be sporting a black eye from that before the night was over.

Pushing aside the blankets, Steve laid down on the air mattress and waited for Danny to join him. He watched as Danny crawled in beside him and then drew the blankets up over them both. They laid side by side, listening to each other breathe before Steve finally broke the silence.

“Come here,” he said as he raised his arm, letting Danny move closer to him. He felt Danny’s movements as Danny rolled onto his side, closing the distance between their bodies. He smiled as Danny’s head rested on his shoulder and he enfolded Danny in his arms. He felt one of Danny’s arms encircle his waist as Danny snuggled closer to him in their embrace. The hand he had on Danny’s back began to rub circles, soothing Danny as his breath began to even out, letting Steve know that Danny had nodded off to sleep. He smiled, happy that they were together, snuggled under blankets, as he drifted off to sleep.

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Supernatural, Dean Winchester, Dean decides to have a spa day for himself.

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any, any m/m or f/f, date night

Shadowhunters, Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane, Isabel Lightwood

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“Are you really wearing that?”

Alec looked down at his clothes, then over at his sister. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Black is fine for demon hunting,” Izzy commented, crossing to his closet, “but don’t you have something with a little more… color?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my clothes.”

“Alec, brother, darling. I realize you and Magnus are both male, but aren’t you supposed to have better taste than that?” Izzy made a face as she continued to flip through her brother’s closet. “Do you own anything that isn’t black?”

“We’re just going for coffee, Iz.”

“All the more reason to insert some color.” She made a triumphant noise as she pulled a red shirt out of the very back of his closet. “Perfect.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Yes, you are.” When she saw Alec was about to protest, she said, “I’ll set fire to all your clothes.”

Alec took the shirt from her. “Don’t you think that’s going a little too far?”

“Don’t you think Magnus would like to see you in something other than black?” Izzy countered.




Magnus’s eyes slid off the man entering the restaurant, then returned as something about the man caught his attention. His gaze lingered on Alec as the other man approached the table where he was sitting. As Alec reached the table, Magnus stood, pressing a kiss to the Shadowhunter’s cheek. “I see our darling Isabel has been dressing you,” he commented. “The color suits you as much as it does her. If not more.”

“How do you know I didn’t pick my shirt?” Alec asked as he took a seat in the chair Magnus held for him.

“Because, my dear Alexander,” Magnus whispered in his ear, “as much as I love you… you won’t wear anything other than black unless forced into it. What did she threaten you with?”

“Fire.” When Magnus didn’t look convinced, Alec continued, “She was going to set fire to my clothes.”

“While I’m not sure I approve of Isabel’s methods, I approve of the end results,” Magnus said.

The tips of Alec’s ears turned red as he reached for a menu. “Have you eaten here before? Do you recommend anything?”

Magnus turned his own attention to the menu, thinking how even something as a dinner date was complicated when his Shadowhunter was involved. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Buzzfeed: Worth It RPF, any/any, cooking for each other

FILL: Adam/Steven, Something New

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A/N: I've only just started watching Worth it, but I wanted to give this a shot, so I hope you like!!

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Adam nervously stood outside Steven’s for a few minutes before finally working up the courage to knock on the door. He could hear Steven’s voice calling at him to come in and turned the knob. Once he stepped inside, he was immediately hit with the smell of food coming from the kitchen and smiled.

Steven had told Adam he wanted to surprise him with something home cooked, and as he made his was towards the kitchen where Steven was stirring something in the pot, he was glad he agreed.

“What are you cooking?”

Steven looked over his shoulder and smiled at Adam. “Dumplings, with a twist.”

“Oh?”

Steven nodded and turned the heat on the stove down before moving to the cupboard and pulling out a couple of wine glasses. “I got an idea from one of the videos we did, so I thought I would try mixing some stuff together. I don’t know how it’s going to taste, but I wanted to give it a shot,” He said, pouring them eat a glass and handing one to Adam.

Adam smiled and accepted the glass. “I’m sure that whatever it is, it’s going to be amazing.”

“I hope so, cause I didn’t think of a backup in case this turned out terrible.”

“Don’t worry so much,” Adam said, taking a step closer to Steven and placing a hand on his arm. “It smells delicious, so I’m sure it’s going to taste just fine.”

Steven smiled softly and took Adam’s hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thanks.”

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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Credence Barebone/Original Percival Graves, Percival likes buying things for Credence

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High School Musical, Chad Danforth/Ryan Evans, holding hands

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Stranger Things, Jonathan Byers/Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, together we are better

Not a fill

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BUT OH MAN I AM ALL ABOUT THIS. :D

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MCU, Natasha Romanov/Pepper Potts, foot rubs

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Author's Choice, any couple, the one who usually sleeps in gets up early to make his/her partner breakfast in bed

Fill (Stargate Atlantis, McShep)

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Despite the recent snow making running outside inadvisable at best, Rodney still had to wake up at an absolutely ungodly hour to be up before John. He would have complained, but there was no one to complain to except the cat. Plus, it wasn’t like anyone had told him to get up this early, he just wanted to do something for John for once.

It wasn’t much, but he was going to try to make John breakfast in bed. Try being the operative word, since cooking wasn’t anywhere near his specialty. But he’d texted Jeannie for help the day before, and in between her totally unnecessary bouts of laughter, she’d given him some tips.

Eventually, with many muffled curses, he had something that at least resembled a decent breakfast, complete with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast with jam. And coffee of course. It wasn’t the prettiest plate of food he’d ever seen, but he was sure it would do. John wasn’t exactly a foodie anyway, and it was certain to be better than MREs.

Rodney put all the dishes on a tray he’d found in the back of a cabinet and made his way carefully to the bedroom. The cat curled around his feet, threatening to send the whole thing flying several times, but somehow he held on. By the time he pushed the door open, John was just starting to stir.

“Morning!” Rodney said as John blinked at him, obviously confused. For some reason, that made something warm and happy settle in his gut. “You hungry?”

“Yes?”

John tried to get up, probably to help with the tray since he was a gentleman like that, but Rodney narrowed his eyes at him until he relaxed back against the headboard. Rodney set the tray in his lap, proud of himself for the fact that not a drop had been spilled, and slid into bed next to him.

“Breakfast in bed, huh?” John asked, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “This is certainly… different.”

Rodney shrugged, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. He’d only wanted to make John feel better about not being able to go on his regular runs at an ungodly hour in the morning, but now he wondered if he’d gone overboard. Or underboard. Something. He didn’t exactly have a lot of experience with this kind of relationship thing.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he muttered.

John laughed and leaned over to kiss Rodney on the cheek. “It’s great, Rodney. Really.”

“Uh, yes, of course it is,” Rodney said, feeling much more pleased with himself. It never ceased to amaze him how John could cheer him up so easily even after all these years. “I mean, I made it, didn’t I?”

“You certainly did,” John replied. He smiled fondly at Rodney for a moment before turning back to the food. He took a bite of the eggs before taking another forkful and holding it out. “Wanna bite?”

Well, he certainly couldn’t say no to that.

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Lucifer (TV), Ella Lopez + ensemble, trying to get the precinct crew to participate in team-building exercises

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Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Ronon Dex, sharing a quiet moment together on a balcony

Fill

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“Hey.”

Evan turned, startled. “Ronon. What can I do for you?” He was standing in front of his easel, painting. The oils Earthers used to paint were thick, heavy, but versatile if heavily diluted with water. Capable of an incredible range of shades and hues.

Evan was on one of the upper exterior balconies, painting the Lantean sunset. He’d captured the blue of the water, the lavender in the sky, the gentle whiteness of the clouds.

“Nothing,” Ronon said.

Evan frowned, set down his palette and brush.

Ronon reached into his pocket, drew out a folded piece of vellum. “Thought you might want this.”

“Oh? What is it?” But Evan accepted the vellum, unfolded it. His expression turned sober.

He smoothed a hand over the various alien scripts that marred the photograph of him in uniform. “What do they say?”

“They’re prices,” Ronon said. “For the bounty on your head.”

“What am I worth?”

“More than all of those prices combined.”

Evan lifted his head sharply, met Ronon’s gaze.

Ronon reached into his pocket, drew out Teyla’s flame-maker. “Wanna do the honors?”

Evan started to nod, then paused. “Where would be safe to burn this?”

Ronon leaned around the doorway to the balcony and scooped up the metal bowl that Dr. Maxwell in chemistry had assured him was fire-safe. He was nothing if not prepared.

Evan smiled. “Wow. You’re just a boy scout today, aren’t you?”

“Boy scout?” Ronon echoed. He’d heard the term bandied about before, usually between Marines, and had the sense that it was derogatory.

“Their motto is be prepared.” Evan accepted the bowl, stepped around his easel, and placed the bowl on the railing. Then fumbled with Teyla’s flame-maker for a moment, then held it back out to Ronon.
“I don’t actually know how to use this.”

Ronon went to accept it from him, paused. Then he wrapped his hand around Evan’s, guided him. “Like this.”

Evan’s eyes widened, and he searched Ronon’s gaze. Whatever he found there made him nod once, briefly, and then he was touching the flame to the corner of the vellum.

Fire licked up the edges, and they curled and blackened.

Evan held onto the vellum until the last possible moment, then dropped the entire thing into the bowl.

He watched it burn, gaze never wavering.

Ronon watched with him, said nothing until the flames finally died.

Evan tipped the ashes over the railing, and the sea breeze caught them, carried them out over the water.

“Thank you,” he said.

“You’re welcome.” Ronon looked down at him. They’d been standing side by side the entire time, shoulders brushing, sharing warmth. “It’s kind of a shame, though.”

Evan looked up at him sharply. “Why?”

“That’s the only picture of you I’ve ever seen.”

Evan huffed. “There are better pictures. And worse ones, too. I had the stupidest haircut when I made major. I look like a tool in the photo from my promotion ceremony.” He tilted his head. “That was your picture?”

Ronon nodded.

“You kept a picture of me.”

Ronon nodded again. His heart started to beat faster.

“You wanted to have a picture of me?”

“Yeah.”

Evan turned to him fully. “I could give you a picture of me, if you really want one. I’ve got a bunch. If you wanted to swing by, you could look through them, choose one for yourself.”

Ronon stepped in closer. “What if I wanted to draw you myself?”

Evan was so still Ronon was afraid he wasn’t breathing.

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Because,” Ronon said, “I heard you. When you were falling asleep in your shelter.”

Evan’s eyes went wide. He started to step back, but Ronon reached out, caught his hand.

Held it.

“I heard you,” Ronon said, “and - me too.”

Evan searched his gaze. “You better not be messing with you.”

“I wouldn’t. Not about something like this.”

“You’re serious.”

“I am.

“You promise.”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Evan leaned up and kissed him.

Ronon kissed him back, and it felt like coming home.

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, random acts of kindness

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any, bonding with a therapy animal

Not a fill, but

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Maybe. After I finish the crossover that has eaten my brain....

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Any, any m/m, simple joy of holding hands in public

Captain America, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes (Fill one)

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It wasn’t something Steve ever thought he’d have. The ability to walk down the street with Bucky, easily holding his hand. Not just because he thought he’d lost it all when he crashed the Valkyrie, but because it wasn’t something that was done when they were young.

Now though, he had gotten it all. He had Bucky back, by his side. Even if James wasn’t quite his Bucky… there was enough of his friend that they’d found their way back to each other. And now they had the ability to walk down the street. Hand in hand.

The future was looking bright indeed.

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, spending their Sunday in bed

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BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, John brings home a pet

Fill (ferret theme continues!)

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“No,” Sherlock said as soon as he saw the furry little creature.

John frowned at him, then turned and let the little rodent press its mouth to his in what was obviously animal curiosity but that John would no doubt take as a kiss. “But Sherlock -”

“I refuse to let that rat live in our flat. It’ll interfere with my experiments, it’ll take up space, it’ll be a mess -”

“Her name is Moira,” John said.

Sherlock stared at him.

John swept into the flat, making horrible crooning noises at the rodent, and it actually chattered back at him.

For two seconds, Sherlock thought it was cute.

And then he hurried after John, still lodging protests. But John had purchased all of the accoutrements for Moira - cage, wood shavings to line the cage, food and water bowls, some kind of dome cover for a bed, a wheel, and some plastic tubing so Moira could have free range of the flat.

Which she had, because she was in no way confined to that cage.
That evening, John had arranged her cage, set out food and water, and hung the plastic tubing all around the den.

Sherlock, who’d been running delicate experiments about removing fingerprints from fingers, had checked to make sure she was in her cage before he went to bed (hours after John).

The next morning, when Sherlock woke, John was already gone to the clinic, and Moira was not in her cage.

Sherlock was checking on his severed fingers when Moira popped up at his elbow, chattering away.

Sherlock most assuredly did not scream like a startled schoolgirl.
Moira did, however, run away.

Sherlock went to her cage and saw that it was firmly locked. The cage was perfectly attached to the tubing. There were no gaps in the tubing.

He had no idea how she’d escaped.

Or where she was currently either.

He went for predictable tricks, building a trail of food from John’s chair in the den to the entrance of the unlocked cage.

Moira ate the trail of food in reverse.

Sherlock watched the cage obsessively for hours, until John came home.
John entered the flat, greeted him, went into his room. Emerged in casual clothes seemingly seconds later - with Moira perched on his shoulder.

That night, Sherlock triple-checked to make sure Moira was secure in her cage. He even disconnected the tube (after John was asleep) and covered up the tube door.

The next morning, when he woke, Moira was perched on his pillow, staring at him.

Sherlock refused to scream. He simply went about his day - and Moira followed. Perched on his shoulder (and refused to be dislodged). Peered closely when he re-examined the experimental severed fingers. Curled up on his lap when he perused the newspaper.

Sherlock wasn’t sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke, John was standing over him, smiling fondly.

“Look, you’ve gone and made a friend.”

Sherlock blinked, went to push himself upright, paused, because Moira was curled up on his chest.

“That’s nonsense,” he said muzzily. “You and Mrs. Hudson are my only friends.”

John raised his eyebrows.

“Maybe Lestrade and Molly.”

John crossed his arms over his chest.

“Sometimes Mycroft.”

John sighed that sigh that meant Sherlock wasn’t getting something.

“Not Anderson or Sally.”

“I meant Moira.”

“Oh.” Sherlock looked down at her, curved a hand over her. She was very soft and warm. Tiny. Vulnerable. He could feel her breathing. “I suppose we are.”

John smiled at him, that smile that Sherlock knew meant most other people would have kissed. “I’m glad.”

Sherlock smiled back, the same smile, but briefer, still a little unsure after all these years. “What kind of creature is Moira, exactly?”

“She’s a ferret.”