#fluff prompt

11) "You're stunning."

12) "Leave it to me."

13) "Dance with me."

14) "I love the way you sing."

15) "You can close your eyes."

16) "Hold on to me."

17) "Can I hold you?"

18) "What do you need right now?"

19) "Don't push yourself."

20) "I made your favorite."

21) "Let's go out."

22) "Do what's best for you."

23) "I made this for you."

24) "You make me a better person."

25) "You're my home."

26) "Do you want to watch this together?"

27) "I saved this for you."

28) "I thought this matched your eyes."

29) "Let me help."

30) "I'll always come home to you."

31) "You're my everything."

32) "I'll never leave."

33) "I trust you."

34) "Trust me."

35) "Do you want to go home?"

36) "You're always warm."

37) "You give the best hugs."

38) "Everything you make tastes amazing."

39) "I worry about you."

40) "If something is wrong, you'll tell me, and I'll take care of it."

41) "Don't push yourself."

42) "I'll always patch you up."

43) "I'll be here when you wake."

44) "I wanted to do something nice."

45) "I bought you flowers."

46) "Happy birthday / mother's day / father's day / anniversary."

47) "Good morning. I dreamed of you last night."

48) "You've been on my mind ever since I left."

49) "I didn't want to wake you up."

It was nearly 3 am at this point and you were getting tired of trying to get Fyodor to bed. Putting you hands on your hips scolding him.

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky!" You say sharply which only earns a tired glare from the Russian. "If you don't go to bed this instant you'll never achieve the plan your currently creating!"

Fyodor looks away to childishly hide a yawn, "I'm perfectly fine, please leave me be for now. There are some plans I am concocting and your presence is... distracting."

If the man wasn't a giant you would've forced him into bed by now-and if he wasn't so overbearing you would've smashed the monitors. "Go to bed in exactly thirty minutes, so you can finish up whatever you're doing."

"Yes, yes, ___ darling. I plan too." His eyelids droop a bit more and then he slumps over onto his keyboard. Luckily you manage to catch him before he hits any keys. With a grunt you finally push him back onto his chair again.

It was quite a predicament, you couldn't pull Fyodor to his bed, he'd wake up. And picking Fyodor up was a big no-no to, he would kill you out of sheer embarrassment. You end up with the decision of simply piling blankets and a couple heaters onto him. The poor man was already quite cold due to his low iron, Fyodor's fingertips even made you shiver at just the touch.

A moment of staring at his peaceful face you sit down in the corner of the room. Fyodor's current sleeping schedule messing with your perfectly crafted one. And after a couple moments of sitting there monitoring you 'rest your eyes' as well.

୨⎯ "In the morning" ⎯୧

Before even opening your own eyes could feel someones else's on you. Daring a single peak, you nearly scream at Fyodor. His face just inches away, and not to mention staring so intently. The creep looked like a complete and utter psychopath. Does he have any social decency!? You think to yourself as you shiver from the uncomfortable feeling of being watched.

... "What...? What is it?" You murmur, voice still hoarse from sleep.

"I could just stare at this breathtaking view forever. Truly a spectacle." You nearly slap him.

"I have a feeling you have been staring at me for quite some time, creep." Fyodor's face moves a bit closer before pulling away completely and standing up. You pant for air when he's finally done invading you personal space. "You cant just wake someone up like that." Standing now you brush some dust off of your clothing.

"It wasn't my expectation for you to wake up." Fyodor's voice is curt and almost like he was now sulking. The man was facing away from you but when you walked up to his side Fyodor didn't look away fast enough to hide his small blush.

Day 1: Going to the Christmas market

Day 2: Hot chocolate and late night walk

Day 3: Trying to find the perfect gift for each other

Day 4: You/they hate Christmas

Day 5: "You've never seen snow before?"

Day 6: Snowball fight

Day 7: Getting snowed in together

Day 8: Christmas dinner with your/their family

Day 9: Kissing under the snowfall

Day 10: "I want you as my Christmas present"

Day 11: Baking Christmas cookies together

Day 12: Building snowman together

Day 13: Watching Christmas movies together

Day 14: holidays with your/their family

Day 15: "I think I start to like Christmas now"

Day 16: wrapping Christmas present

Day 17: A puppy for Christmas

Day 18: Your kids waking you up on Christmas morning

Day 19: Kissing under the mistletoe

Day 20: "You look cute in my hoodie"

Day 21: Buying a tree together

Day 22: Decorating the Christmas tree and the house

Day 23: First Christmas together as a family (with your kids)

Day 24: Christmas Eve with them

Day 25: "It's Christmas. Let me sleep five more minutes"

Day 26: skii trip

Day 27: you/they have a cold

Day 28: Teaching you/them ice skating

Day 29: power outrage

Day 30: "My hands are cold" "I can warm them up for you"

Day 31: New Year's eve kiss

Izumi laced her fingers together on her desk and looked up at him where he stood awkwardly between the chairs he didn't know if he was allowed to sit in or not.

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

One of Izumi's eyebrows raised in a slow, inquisitive manner. Bumi wanted nothing more than to bolt out the door. He felt his face get hot and suddenly his pits felt awfully wet, but he knew he had more courage than that. So, he planted his feet and waited.

"Coffee?" Izumi finally asked after watching him sweat it out for a moment.

"Or tea. Or lunch if you haven't eaten."

The barest hint of a smile tugged on the corners of her lips. "Lunch would be great actually, thank you." Izumi stood from her desk and planted her hands on it. "Where would you like to go?"

Bumi would have thought he was about to shit his heart out his ass if he didn't feel it pounding away in his chest. The pit in his stomach was churning. He felt like he was going to be sick.

How could that have worked? How was it even possible she said yes? Was she smiling at him?

"I thought we could stop by that Zaomin's place for noodles and then have tea in the gardens." Bumi wished she wasn't staring right at him, he needed to wipe the sweat off his face before she could see it.

"I don't have time for both, unfortunately." Izumi looked down to step around her desk and Bumi quickly wiped his forehead with his sleeve. "Let's get lunch today. If all goes well, I'll set aside time for tea the next time you're in port."

Bumi watched her head for the doors.

Was that it? Was he dreaming? Did he die halfway through asking her and the rest of their interaction was a death hallucination?

"Are you coming, commander?"

"Bumi." He finally found his land-legs and went after her. "Please, call me Bumi, your highness."

Izumi giggled. Giggled. It was the sweetest sound he ever heard.

"Alright, Bumi. Call me 'Zumi. Just like when we were kids."

Bumi's steps faltered. He was going to faint, or be sick, or shit his pants. He was sure of it. This was too good to be true.

But his voice was surprisingly steady when he responded.

"Okay, 'Zumi. Let's go get those noodles." He patted his stomach. "I'm starving."

Izumi unmistakably smiled at him this time. His wide grin met hers.