#fluff october

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what is flufftober?

Flufftober is a creative challenge that takes place every October. Writers and artists follow daily prompts to make short stories, drabbles, or artwork. The focus is on fluff—sweet, cozy, or romantic themes that feel heartwarming. It’s a fun way for creators to share soft, uplifting content throughout the month.

Some key points about it:

• Happens in October with daily creative prompts.

• Focuses on fluff: sweet, cozy, and heartwarming themes.

• Open to writers and artists to share stories or art.

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My Flufftober

date - person - prompt / type

- 10/01 • Oscar Piastri • Rainy Day calls for a blanket fort • fall here

- 10/02 • Smii7y • Playing a Horror Video Game • fall here

- 10/03 • Matt Rempe • Spooky Photoshoot •fall here

- 10/04 • Christian Pulisic • Scary Corn Maze • fall here

- 10/05 • Lex Luthor • “No decorating.” “…fine you can decorate” • fall here

- 10/06 • Quinn Hughes • Family Costumes & New Friends • fall here

- 10/07 • Bucky Barnes • Baking Together & Memories • fall here

- 10/08 • Charles Leclerc • Making Boo Baskets • fall here

- 10/09 • Void • Carving Pumpkins • fall here

- 10/10 • Pedri • Picnic • fall here

- 10/11 • Lando Norris • Fall Photoshoot • fall here

- 10/12 • Luke Hughes • New Driver & Drive Ins • fall here

- 10/13 • Nico Hischier • Fall Fairs & Surprises • fall here

- 10/14 • Pezzy • Sick Boyfriend • fall here

- 10/15 • Jack Hughes • Bonfire with Friends • fall here

- 10/16 • The Sentry • Everything Farmers Market • fall here

-10/17 • Clark Kent • Going Apple Picking • fall here

- 10/18 • Jamie Drysdale • Stress Baking • fall here

- 10/19 • Logan Howlett • Pumpkin Patch • fall here

- 10/20 • Ollie Bearman • Mini Family Movie Night• fall here

- 10/21 • Franco Colapinto • Finding Costumes• fall here

- 10/22 • Bob Reynolds • Reassurance • fall here

- 10/23 • Arthur Leclerc • “take my jacket I don’t want you to catch a cold” • fall here

- 10/24 • Trevor Zegras • Decorating for a Party • fall here

- 10/25 • Everyone • Headcanon; Their favorite dessert you bake • fall here

- 10/26 • Everyone • Their favorite fall activity to do with you • fall here

- 10/27 • Everyone • Their favorite fall outfit of yours • fall here

- 10/28 • Everyone • Your Family Halloween Costumes • fall here

- 10/29 • Everyone • Candy Stealing • fall here

- 10/30 • Everyone • Favorite Horror Movie • fall here

Total works : 31

Total Word Count : 14,649

Average Individual Word Count : 472.5

Ship: Aziraphale/Crowley

1. Coffee Shop AU - Anthony has been crushing on the barista at his local coffee shop for weeks but is too nervous to tell his crush how he feels. 

2. First Meeting - Crowley and Aziraphale didn't actually meet at Eden. They were both angels after all...   

3. College AU - Aziraphale meets his peculiar upstairs neighbor Crowley and falls for him. Just a little bit.    

4. Fake Dating - Aziraphale invites his attractive coworker Crowley to his brother's wedding. The two of them pretend to be dating but could there be a possibility of something more?

5. Celebration - After one prevents the apocalypse, some celebration is - of course - in order.   

6. Hurt/Comfort -  Sometimes changing every single thing about your life can be difficult... 

7. Dancing -  Angels are pretty terrible dancers. And demons aren't much better. Basically, Aziraphale teaches Crowley the waltz.   

8. Clothes -  Crowley has a bad habit of stealing Aziraphale's sweaters, so Aziraphale decides to get a little revenge. 

9. Snowy/Rainy Day -  Crowley and Aziraphale spend a morning playing in the snow with little Warlock. Ineffable Husbands being Ineffable Fathers. 

10. Cooking -  Aziraphale is a young chef who recently got a job at the illustrious White Rose restaurant. There he meets the infamous head chef Anthony Crowley. 

11. Adopting a Pet -  Crowley and Aziraphale decide to get a dog.

12. The Perfect Gift -  Crowley is great at giving gifts.

13. Carrying -  Consecrated ground is difficult for demons to deal with. Luckily enough, Crowley has his angel to help him.

14. Cuddles -  Aziraphale gives great hugs and Crowley is pleased about it. 

15. Oblivious Crush - Crowley has a undeniable crush on his classmate Aziraphale, and his friends are NOT helping.

16. Kemonomimi (Animal Ears/Tails) -  A minor mess up downstairs leaves Crowley with cat ears for the day. 

17. Embarrassing Secret -  Crowley has been hiding something from Aziraphale... 

18. Late Night Craving -  What do you get when you combine an angel with a sweet tooth and a demon who'll do anything for his lover? A lot of late night snack breaks is what.   

19. Sharing a Bed -  Aziraphale tries to miracle up a bed at Crowley's apartment but it doesn't work... 

20. Neighbors -  Crowley is a single foster dad of an eight year old Warlock. Aziraphale is the kind bookshop owner down the street. One day, Warlock is sick and can't go to school so he ends up staying with Aziraphale for the day.

21. Sick Partner -  Aziraphale has the flu and Crowley is a bad cook.

22. Gardening -  Crowley was never kind to his plants and Aziraphale never really understood why. One day, it all clicked. 

23. Stuck Together -  Sometimes the Bentley has a mind of it's own and likes trapping people. One day, it does exactly that, forcing Crowley and Aziraphale to confront their feelings about each other.

24. Terms of Endearment - Aziraphale and Crowley brainstorm some ideas for pet names. 

25. Compromise - Sometimes compromises are necessary. Especially when your husband disrespects your books.

26. Kisses - It was a spur of a moment thing really. But Crowley couldn’t stop himself from taking a shot.

27. Promises - Crowley and Aziraphale promise to stay with each other forever.

28. Angst (The Forbidden Fluff) - Aziraphale didn’t know how he handed over the holy water so easily...

29. Family - Crowley and Aziraphale learn that family is the people you choose.

30. Dating Start - Gabriel drags Aziraphale to a speed dating event. Aziraphale didn’t expect to have much fun, but then he meets an enigmatic red-head and his day gets substantially better.

(GIF not by me.)

Kirishima x reader (I think g/n but not sure)

Warnings: fluff, conversations, feral and steamy at the end. (I have a ———to let you know when it gets steamy.

Word count: under 800.

Prompt: Phone calls (I know, not on the lisr but this’ll be a day 5?but I had the idea and thought it was cute! Also this doesn’t really have a date and I’m writing all over the place at the moment because it’s life.)

(This is based on a dream I had so enjoy!)

You were on the phone with your best friend telling them that you had a boyfriend. Only you, him and both your parents knew about it. The reason was to keep you safe but it was your best friend so it was fine. Besides, Kirishima's friends knew about you.

“So you kissed him first?” Your friend questioned but started giggling. They were on speaker because you were folding laundry. Kirishima, your boyfriend of almost a year wasn’t home.

“Yeah, I still feel bad I never told you I had a boyfriend.” You sighed as you folded a pair of Kirishima’ s boxers.

“Well I understand, I mean if the villains found out about you, you’d be toast and I’d be in jail for killing that villain. Now tell me everything about him!”

You told them about how you kissed him first back at UA as a prank. But then after high school you ran into each other and you felt a teenager’s crush come up. Kirishima was very protective of you and would often kiss you on the forehead when in private. Along with many other things.

“Wait, you're telling me that Red Riot, your boyfriend is a cuddle bug? That likes to be the little spoon sometimes?”

You giggled, but it was true. “Yes, he does look all buff and all that jazz, but he’s a teddy bear and I love him for that. If you had a special someone that kisses you good morning and good night no matter what, and holds you close when they come back from a long day at work. It’s amazing and I hope you find something that treats you right.” You smiled.

“I may be single but I’m ready to meet someone. Does Kirishima have any hot friends that are my type?” Your friend starts giggling. This was like high school, but there’s no harm in some fun.

So why not set them up with a certain yellow haired guy.

“Yeah, I’ll set you up with one. He is a bit of a joker but he’s a good guy. Maybe you two can hit it off or just be friends.”

Little did you know that Kirishima had gotten home from work earlier than expected. He was closing the front door quietly as he could.

“Okay y/n, enough about me. I wanna hear more of Red Riot. Is he really that strong? Oh my gods! I bet he carries you and treats you like royalty.”

“Eijiro is definitely very strong and yes he does carry me sometimes. Which is actually fun, and I know he gives everyone a smile but when he’s with me he gives me the smile that no one else sees. It’s amazing, we were friends back in high school and I’m happy we reconnected. Look where we are now, almost a full year. He’s the best man anyone can ask for.” You sighed happily and finished putting away clothes.

“I hear wedding bells y/n!” They teased.

“I said dating, not engaged. Well not yet anyways.”

“So, you have thought about it?”

“You know me so well, but yes I have. I can see the two of us having a future.”

Kirishima’s mouth dropped, he was listening in on your conversation. You wanted to marry him and he was a bit embarrassed. But proud because he was yours and he was your boyfriend. He knew that eavesdropping wasn’t a manly thing to do but he made his presence known. Clearing his throat and leaning against the bedroom door.

“Hello there my little pebble.” He smiled.

“Hi Sharkie! I gotta go f/n Kirishima is home. Bye, I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch right?”

“Yep! Bye y/n!” They hung up and you tossed the phone onto the bed.

You jumped onto Kirishima and nuzzled into his neck. He kissed your forehead.

“Wanna tell me what you told your friend?” He smiled down at you.

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“That's you’re the best boyfriend ever and that you're very strong. I also love how you kiss me good morning and goodnight.” You ran your fingers down his arms and chest. “I didn’t tell them how good you are in bed.” Kirishima’s face turned the color of his hair.

“That phone call was the second best thing I’ve heard.” He picked you up.

“What’s your favourite thing you hear?” You teased, positive knowing his answer.

Kirishima leaned down and whispered in your ear, “You screaming my name and telling me how fucking good I am at taking care of you.” You blushed and he could feel the best coming from your face. He smirked and began kissing down your neck.

“I should listen into your phone calls more often. I love the way you talk about me. It actually turns me on a bit.”

(Hello readers! I hope you liked this short one, as you know I’m currently writing this in September and my dog is currently getting dental work done so I’m writing as a way to pass the time. Sorry about Kirishima not being in character, I wanted to try a bit of something else for this one. I hoped you like it.)

Flufftober Day Two

Theme:  First awkward conversation

Pairing: Soriel

[Prompts are here by the way] 

 Crowley had experienced many rude awakenings in his lifetime. This was a prime example of one. His young charge had thrown open the door and pounced onto Crowley’s bed, startling him awake.

 “Nanny. Nanny. Nanny,” he repeated incessantly. “Are you awake?”

 “I certainly am now,” he sighed. “What have I told you about waking me up early young man?

 “Not to do it. But look,” he exclaimed, pulling apart the curtains. “Its snowing!”

 The kid was practically trembling with excitement. It was then that Crowley realized in the five years he had been caring for warlock, it hadn’t snowed once. Call it coincidence, call it something else, but the truth of the matter was that Warlock had never seen snow.

 Well there was one time when he was just a toddler, but there was no way that he could have remembered that. He was only two years old then.

 “Can we go play in the snow Nanny?” he begged.

 Crowley nodded in agreement. “Go get dressed and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

 “Do I have to get dressed?” whined Warlock. “I don’t want to.”

 “Yes, Lock. You have to wear proper clothes outside - especially if it’s snowing - or you’ll get a cold.” Warlock crossed his arms over his dinosaur pajamas in mock defiance.

 “Don’t want to,” he grumbled.

 Crowley smirked a little. “If you go get dressed right now I’ll ask Mr Francis if he will come with us.”

 Warlock immediately beamed and raced off into his room. He absolutely adored the gentle gardener, who was in reality just Aziraphale in disguise. Crowley was ever so slightly jealous.

 Crowley quickly dressed himself and went to check on Warlock. Warlock was struggling to do up the buttons of his coat. Crowley quickly buttoned the coat up for him.

 The two proceeded to go downstairs, stopping in the kitchen before leaving. Crowley smiled and greeted one of the cooks, Maria. “Morning Maria,” he said.

 “Miss Ashtoreth, you’re up early,” remarked Maria, as she wiped down the side.

 “Well, this one wanted to go out in the snow and I can’t say no to him.” He quickly ruffled Warlock’s hair. Maria laughed a little. “Anyway, if Mrs Dowling asks where we are, can you tell her that we’ve gone out in the woods? We’ll be back by ten o’clock.”

 “Absolutely Miss Ashtoreth,” replied Maria, though both she and Crowley knew that Mrs Dowling wouldn’t ask. She was involved very little in the raising of her son. One might feel inclined to call her a bad mother, but her husband wasn’t much better. Not bad parents, just absent.

 Though that could be much worse. Crowley had seen how sad Warlock was when his parents were never there to pick him up from school or always missed his football games. There was only so much Crowley could do to lessen that pain, mostly by just being there for his charge.

 Crowley and Warlock made their way out the draft old mansion, into the grounds of the house. The gardens had been carefully tended to by Aziraphale for over seven years. Aziraphale knew every single plant, every herb, every tree and every flower on the grounds with an almost encyclopedic standard.

 They soon arrived at the tiny house that Crowley stayed in. He slept further out on the grounds so that he could easily tend to all plants there and didn’t have to travel hours into the grounds every morning.

 He knocked on the door, where a bed headed Aziraphale answered. “Good morning Crow- I mean Miss Ashtoreth. What brings you to my place so early in the morning?”

 “Warlock wanted you to come play with us. It’s snowing.”

 “That it is. Give me five minutes to get ready and I’ll come.”

 About five minutes later, Aziraphale came back outside, looking considerably neater and better dressed. They started with the most classic snow day activity – making a snowman. Warlock insisted on doing it himself and because his fine motor skills weren’t the best, the snowman ended up considerably lopsided.

 Crowley immediately suggested a snowball fight, which was fun. Warlock was very good at sneaking up on them. After a while, Crowley checked his watch and decided it was time to make their way back.

 Halfway back to the house, Warlock announced that he was too exhausted to take another step and demanded that Aziraphale carry him the rest of the way. Aziraphale happily complied, scooping the child up in his arms.

 A few minutes later, Warlock was sound asleep, his head rested against Aziraphale’s chest. “He’s pretty tuckered out,” chucked Aziraphale.

 “He had an early morning,” responded Crowley. “He really loves you. He never lets me carry him. Not anymore.”

 “He loves you too. He talks about you all the time. Thinks you’re incredible.”

 Crowley smiled. They had raised such a sweet boy.

 Before they even knew it, they were back at the house. Crowley took the sleeping Warlock and bade Aziraphale goodbye. Being as careful as he could not to wake up the kid, he put him down for his nap.

[Prompts are here by the way] 

Calling Aziraphale overly affectionate was the understatement of the century. He hugged Crowley as often as possible, Warlock whenever the boy would allowed it, and even strangers sometimes - especially when they were aggravated or upset.

 Whenever he tried to hug a stranger, they were usually angry or confused at first, but quickly relaxed in his arms. It was a handy trick for conflict resolution. He just had a naturally calming aura.

 This calming aura came in handy while dealing with Warlock throughout his childhood – from the terrible twos right up to the boy’s teen years. It calmed him when he was throwing a tantrums as a toddler and comforted him through his more hormonal years.

 When Crowley has a bad day, when he is infuriated at the actions of downstairs, when it feels like everyone is going wrong, he takes full advantage of this power Aziraphale possesses.

 Perhaps it was just an angel thing. Though Crowley found this hard to believe.

 He would posit that it was likely a thing excusive to Aziraphale; it was hard to imagine any of the other angels being a good hugger. The image of being held by Gabriel for any extended period of time sent a shiver down Crowley’s spine. No, absolutely not.

 “Are you okay dear?” asked Aziraphale as Crowley grimaced mid snuggle. They were spread across the sofa in Aziraphale’s bookshop. Crowley was practically lying atop of Aziraphale, though Aziraphale didn’t mind at all.

 “Just had the image of hugging Gabriel pop into my head. No thank you,” he laughed.

 Aziraphale giggled, a high melodious sound. “I can imagine. Guess you’re stuck with me then. I hope you’re okay with that,” he teased.

 “Less talking and more cuddling,” whined Crowley, burying his face in Aziraphale’s chest. Aziraphale patted him on the head and brushed his fingers through his lover’s bristly red hair.

 A few seconds later, Aziraphale noticed that Crowley was being unusually quiet. “Are you asleep dear?” he asked.

 “No. I’m not asleep,” mumbled Crowley, stretching himself out a little before settling down again.

 “If you want to go to sleep, that’s okay.”

 “I’m not sleepy…”

 Two minutes later Crowley was sound asleep and snoring softly. Aziraphale smiled a little, right as his leg fell asleep. But he just didn’t have the heart to wake Crowley up and ask him to move.

[Prompts are here by the way] 

So... somehow this fluff piece about Crowley and Azi being neighbours spawned an idea for a series. I hope you’re all ready for that. Featuring Crowley as Warlock’s foster father, traumatised Warlock and the kindly bookseller living down the street

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“Warlock are you awake?” asked Crowley, giving his son a shake. “You’re going to be late for school.”

 “I don’t feel very well Dad,” mumbled Warlock. Crowley pressed a hand to Warlock’s forehead.

 “You do have a temperature…” he rescinded. “It’s probably just a cold though. I think you’re fine to go to school.”

 It was at that exact moment that Warlock threw up all over Crowley’s favourite pair of shoes.

 Safe to say, Warlock would not be going to school that day.

 That put Crowley in a difficult position. Warlock was too young to be left home alone – he was only eight years old – and Crowley didn’t really know anyone who could watch the kid. He would have taken the day off work, but he didn’t have any sick days left.

 He was racking his brain for a solution, he gave Warlock his porridge. Warlock was disinterested in his food, which was worrying. “Are you not hungry kiddo?” he asked.

 “Don’t want to eat. I’ll be sick again.”

 Crowley patted him on the shoulder. “Can you please try to eat a couple of bites for me? You’ll feel worse later if you don’t eat.”

 Warlock still seemed apprehensive. “I’ll put some honey in your porridge if you promise to eat some for me,” offered Crowley, just as he sent a message to Anathema asking if she could babysit Warlock for the day. Unfortunately, she couldn’t because she taking Adam to therapy and Newt was at work. How irritating.

 His son perked up a little at the offer of something sweet. Crowley fetched the bottle of honey from the fridge and set it down on the kitchen table, just a little harder than he intended. Warlock jumped a little. “Are you mad at me daddy?” he asked between spoonsful of porridge. “I’m sorry I’m sick.”

 “I’m not mad at you kiddo. You can’t help being sick. It’s just…” Warlock gave him an inquisitive look.

 “You know how daddy had to do special lessons so I could look after you?” he said. Warlock nodded. “Well anyone who babysits you has to have the same lessons. And I can’t find anyone to look after you because the only people I know who’ve done the lessons are Auntie Anathema and Uncle Newt.”

 He took a sip of his coffee and watched the gears turn in Warlock’s mind.

 “Adam told me that the new guy down the street looked after him when Anathema and Newt were busy last week. The one with the bookshop,” Warlock said, poking his porridge around his bowl. Crowley messaged Anathema to confirm this fact and it turned out to be true.

 A few minutes later, Crowley had managed to arrange for the town’s bookseller to babysit Warlock. It was actually a good deal. The guy had an completely clean criminal record – without so much as a speeding ticket – had completed the training and he worked from home, meaning that he was available all day. Plus he adored kids!

 The only requests the guy had was that Warlock wash his hands before touching any of the books in the shop.

 Warlock finished his breakfast and fetched his backpack from his room. Crowley had packed some books, including his favourite colouring book, and some colouring pencils. “Have you got your shoes on?” asked Crowley pulling on his boots and zipping them up on the side. Warlock fiddled with his laces before promptly giving up.

 “Can you do it Daddy? I can’t remember how.”

 Crowley crouched down and tied up the laces quickly. “You really need to learn how to tie your shoes Lock. You’re nearly nine.”

 “Its hard! I can’t remember all the steps and if I can remember them, they get all muddled up in my brain.” Crowley stood up and dusted off his jeans. He wasn’t exactly happy about how the house was often dirty or coated in dust, but he was a busy single father. All in all, he was lucky if he managed to sweep up once a week but with such a young kid (who tended to track in dirt as kids did) that did little to help.

 “Come on kiddo,” he said. “I need to drop you off at Mr Eden’s shop early enough that I can get to work on time.”

 “Kay!”

  Aziraphale had never heard much of this Anthony Crowley fella – granted he had only been living in Tadfield for two weeks. But Anathema said he was a good guy and Aziraphale could always trust her opinions on people.

 There was a knock at the door. Aziraphale set down the books he was sorting and walked over to the door. He opened it up with a smile, laying his eyes upon what might just be the most attractive man he’d ever seen.

 He was lean, tall and dressed in a way that Aziraphale would call fashionable but still professional. His bright red hair was cropped short

 “That you so much for this dude. I really owe you one,” said Crowley, shooing Warlock toward Aziraphale. “Why don’t you say hi Warlock?”

 Warlock shuffled a little but didn’t say anything. “Sorry. He’s a bit shy.”

 “I was shy when I was his age. It’s totally alright,” responded Aziraphale, crouching down to Warlock’s level. “I’m Aziraphale Eden,” he said, introducing himself.

 “I know who you are,” said Warlock. “You looked after my friend Adam when his mum and dad were busy.”

 Aziraphale’s smile brightened. “Adam is a lovely young man.”

 “I like him. He let me borrow his colouring pencils in class.”

 “Yeah? Do you have your pencils with you today?” he asked. Warlock gave a little nod. “That’s good. I have some colouring sheets that you can do. How about you go set yourself up on that table over there while I talk to your Pa?”

 Warlock smiled a little and wandered off, backpack in tow, leaving Crowley and Aziraphale alone together. “I should probably give you this,” said Crowley, passing over a plastic bag, though hands lingering for just a few seconds too long.

“Warlock’s allergic to peanuts. He’s usually pretty good at knowing what he isn’t allowed to have but I’ve put his EpiPen in there just in case. It’s in the box. His lunch is in the bag too. Do you…”

“Yes, I know how to use an EpiPen,” reassured Aziraphale.

 “Oh good. Guess I don’t have to explain that then. And I know this probably goes without saying but Warlock has a lot of trauma. And I know we’ve taken all the same classes but just… be careful. He’s my kid, you know? Don’t hurt him.”

 “I would never.”

I’m super behind with this series. 😭 I will finish it though, even if it kills me. I reuploaded this because I forgot to tag it - I was super tired when I posted this last night. Apolgises

[Prompts are here by the way]

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Aziraphale was very protective of his books. They were his children and because of this, they were massively precious to him. Many of his books were collector’s items – some were hundreds of years old for heaven’s sake!

Therefore, he was very careful with them. Followed all the correct protocol, wore the cotton gloves recommended, miracled his hot chocolate so there was no risk of it tipping over and staining the pages.

Crowley on the other hand, had no such sensibility. He didn’t even wash his hands before picking them up. Aziraphale shuddered at the mere memory. And he left them open, which damaged the spines.

Crowley didn’t understand at first. He thought they were just books. Aziraphale was gentle with him. “It’s like your plants,” he said. “You wouldn’t be pleased if someone went around pulling off their flowers.”

“I would be furious. I would track them down and rip of their hea –”

“You see? It’s the same thing.”

There was a pause. “What do I need to do? I don’t want to wear the gloves. They make my scales itch.”

“You don’t have scales my dear.”

“Well no. Not in my human form, but I can still feel it under my skin. They make gloves uncomfortable to wear.”

“Could you wash your hands before touching my books? It’s just that they’re special to me.”

“I understand angel,” said Crowley, resting a hand on Aziraphale’s shoulder. “By the way, did you get that new first edition of Dante’s Inferno you were talking about?”

“The dealer delivered it earlier this morning. Would you like to flick through it with me?”