#fluff break

“I just need to speak to him and clear my head and set things straight,” I said, “I don’t know what our relationship will be, but I know there has to be one. And,” I felt my face warm as I thought of Ibhan a little more, “I like his moody attitude, and the fact that he’s a little obsessed with flowers. Oh, and his drawings? They’re beautiful,” I said, catching myself when I realised Kalina was staring at me with a huge grin on her face.

“My baby sister is crushing so hard right now,” she said with a shake of her head, “I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Shut up,” I said, pushing her shoulder away from me and she laughed.

“Its okay, you wanna lie on your tummy and get your diary out? Kick your legs while you write ‘Kyda hearts Ibhan’ all over it?” She teased and I hit her with a pillow, satisfied that it was better than the shot I had taken at Remus the previous night.

“I just like hanging out with him,” I said and she rolled her eyes.

“Girl, you got it so bad,” she giggled and I pressed a pillow to my face as my own grin took over. He was handsome, and lean, and he picked pretty flowers. God I had it so bad.

I woke up slowly, the rocking of the ship inviting me back under, but Riazs' insistent shaking of my shoulder won the battle. I was about to sit up when I realised the warmth I was comforted by was Kyda, still sprawled over me. My face burned as I looked down at how our legs were intertwined with each other. One of my hands rested on her back, securing her against me, and the other I had just lifted from the back of her head. She had turned sometime in her sleep, face pressed into my chest and I took a deep breath as I became hyper aware of every inch of her body that touched mine.

I looked up at Riaz and scowled as I noticed his shit eating grin, "good nap?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows and in that moment, Kyda was, quite literally, the only thing holding me back from strangling him once again.

I saw this post yesterday about thinking about random fluff scenes for your OCs and here are some I can never get out of my head for Ibhan and Kyda

Kyda likes to lay her head in Ibhans lap and listen to him read, whether he's studying from his spellbook or reading a novel, she just likes to listen to his voice

Ibhan gives Kyda a tour of his garden and greenhouse and he loves to step back and watch her play with or smell the various plants

Kyda learns how to cook and now Ibhan is at her mercy, having to try every dish she makes but he has to admit, she's very good

Kyda loves Ibhans drawings and every once in a while he will take a little break from studying and draw for her or teach her how to draw flowers and he loves the stern look of concentration she gets while she's working

When they're alone, Ibhan will allow himself to be lead onto the metaphorical kitchen dance floor with Kyda and dance with her to her favourite songs. They both love the slow songs where they can hold each other close

Their favourite date night is midnight picnics. Ibhan clears the shadows from their spot and they both lay under the stars until they're drifting off to sleep and Ibhan often finds himself carrying Kyda home

Ibhan goes to all of Kydas games, whether she's participating or if they're going to support her class in which case they're both on the sidelines cheering for thier pups

Normally my fluff breaks are fluffy facts but today have this semi-fluffy scene after the last few intense chapters of TWATW - Ibhans POV

Damien lay down on the blankets and I kneeled beside him, gently undoing the ties around Kydas wrists and along her back. Once that was done, I slowly turned her over, her head ending up in my lap. Damien huffed and rolled onto his side, Eliza sitting by him and rubbing his side.

I used one of the smaller blankets to wipe the dirt and sweat away from Kydas face, and she pressed her face into my hand. I felt a weird flutter in my chest as I watched her, face peaceful and her breathing more even.

“You okay?” Riaz asked as he sat by us with some food he had found.

“Mhm,” I wiped away some more of the grime from her arms as far as I could reach without disturbing her too much.

A/N: Sorry this part is really short but I have been trying to write all day and it’s taken three hours to write just this much so I am just going to post what I have done. Tomorrow is going to be better! (If I can get it together I might post the next part really late tonight)

Warnings: mentions of stress and work. 

 “Hey.” You said knocking on the door frame. Mr. Graves looked up from his file, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Good evening, Ms. (l/n).” He said, folding the file and placing it down on his desk. He motioned you in and you gladly strolled in, stopping in front of his desk. You took your time and studied the man, noticing every minute detail about him. His overcoat and suit jacket were resting on the chair behind him, leaving him in his vests, button up, and slacks. You briefly saw that one of the cuffs on his sleeves were undone, a result of one of the files that he was thinking about earlier in the day. He looked worn down, the stress of the day had finally caught up to him now that it was night. You noticed that you had been silent for too long and he had caught you studying him. You blushed, your eyes falling on the floor as you bit your lip.

“I don’t know what your plans are for tomorrow, but if you don’t have any Christmas plans, you are welcome to come over to my apartment and have dinner if you’d like.” You finished, your eyes meeting his.  This time a smile did grace his lips and he sat in silence a moment before speaking.

“I would love to join you for dinner tomorrow, (f/n).” He spoke and you felt the smile spread across your lips before you spoke. You clasped your hands in front of your chest grinning into them.

“Excellent! I’m going to be cooking a prime rib with gorgonzola sauce, scalloped potatoes, and a green bean casserole. Do you like red wine? What about desserts, do you have a preference?” You gush, planning every aspect of the dinner tomorrow night, prompting a soft chuckle from Percival. The noise caused you to snap out of your trance, causing you to blush when you noticed the look in Percival’s eyes.

“I love red wine. Don’t worry about dessert, I’ll bring something for the two of us to share. Do you want me to accompany you home? It’s late and New Yorkers are crazy during this time of year.” He informed me, standing up and putting on his coats. With a wave of his hand his files were sorted and but away, some in baskets that were next to the door, the rest in a small bag that he lifted on his shoulder. You opened your mouth to protest, you could walk home just fine by yourself, but he sent you a look that you knew that you would be walked home no matter what. You smiled, looping your arm through his and headed out of the door.

“Thank you Mr. Graves, you are very kind.” You grinned as you stepped outside. He seemed relaxed next to you as you ventured through the cold streets you directing him the entire time.

“You better keep that statement a secret, I don’t want everyone at the office to start getting mushy on me.” He jokingly cautioned, before continuing, “And if I will be attending dinner with you, please, call me Percival.” He finished. You smiled now and looked up at his beautiful, dark eyes.

“Percival.” You whispered, as if you could taste the name that was dancing on your tongue. The corner of his lips turned up in response, pleased at how the name rolled off of my tongue. From this proximity, you could see he faint wrinkles that littered his forehead and eyes and you could see a slight five o’ clock shadow forming. You could smell his unique scent, it hypnotized you into taking another step towards him.

“Are we close to your apartment?” He asked, causing you to step away from him slightly.

“Yes, it’s that one right there.” You replied, shaken up at how lost you had become in his eyes.

“The one right next to the building on the corner?” He asked, a slight tone of amusement in his voice. Your eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Yes, that one.” You replied, causing Percival to chuckle.

“The building next to it is where I live.” He finally admitted, causing you to giggle in understanding.

“How is it that in the four months I have lived there, we never figured this out?” You questioned, incredulous at the whole situation. He just shook his head in response. The rest of the walk was in silence, a smile was plastered on both of our faces.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, stopping in front of the door to your apartment complex. You smiled turning to look at him again before you walked inside. He gently grasped your hand in his gloved one and pressed a small kiss to your knuckle, his coffee eyes never leaving yours, taking your breath away.

“Okay, tell me, are you ready for the single most obnoxiously cliche, and grossly romantic gesture of our time? Because you’re about to experience it first hand.” Daniel says by way of greeting as he opens  the door to let her in.         “So, for background, I had today off and was         feeling like ridiculously affectionate, and I couldn’t         stop thinking about you, so I made you --          a homecooked meal (your favorite), picked up a         bottle of champagne and lit like... so many candles         I’m pretty sure my apartment is a fire code violation.      ...I hope you like it at least a little bit, because I worked     pretty hard on it. Also--” he says, walking over to his coffee     table and returning with a bouquet of bright flowers.       “I bought these.”  He clears his throat. “Look I warned you it was cheesy and obnoxious.”

So I’m still not taking requests, because stress and I’m a wuss and a whole lot of reasons, but I needed some fluff too, so I’ll share.  

Puzzles

Hiccup doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do with his

arm.  His hand is tingling, sensations

lost to it as Astrid snores in the nook of his body, her head heavy on his

bicep, his face full of her hair.  His

other arm is over her waist, his fingers brushing up against the bottom of her

bare breast and it’s wonderful and comfortable and he doesn’t understand why

the other one just has to be difficult.  

 He’s never before wished to be missing another limb.