#fluffspring2026

🌻🍀 Hello and welcome to our second Flufftober Spring Edition 🌻🍀

SURPRISE 🥰

We've decided to bring back our Spring Edition! Just like two years ago, we would like to fill two weeks in March with as much fluff as possible 💛 for that to happen, we present you with 14 prompts, some neutral, some very much spring-themed.

How does this work? 🤩

🌻 Pretty much like our regular Flufftober event in October, so check out our Standard Blog Rules and the FAQ.

🌻 Contrary to the big event, this one only runs for two weeks!

🌻 It runs from March 9th to March 22nd, so prompt 1 is NOT supposed to be posted on March 1st, but on March 9th!

Below the cut, you'll find more information and all the prompts in writing. Please read those carefully, but if you have any more questions, don't hesitate to send us asks 🥰

Friends, once again, we hope you'll show our Spring Event a lot of love. May the prompts inspire you to some fluffy creations.

We wish you a great start to the New Year, and as always

Happy Creating 🥳

FANDOM: The Mighty Nein, Critical Role.

PAIRING/STARRING: Mollymauk &/x GN!reader, Jester Lavore, Fjord Stone, Caleb Widowgast, Nott, Beau Lionett.

WORD COUNT: 1050.

SUMMARY: The day after a “job”, you and Molly take a bit of time away from the rest of the Mighty Nein to relax.

CONTENT: Referenced crime, drinking, pining, kissing, love confessions.

A/N: Today’s prompt for Flufftober Spring Edition is “Lazy [enter time of day]” and I decided to go with afternoon. As per usual: please like, comment, and especially reblog - that’s the only way to make sure other people see it too. Here’s my TAGLIST and my MASTERLIST for more.

Lazy afternoon

It had been a long night, sneaking into the manor of the corrupt mayor and gathering evidence before conveniently placing that evidence where it could be found and not be ignored. For once, you dared to admit, the Mighty Nein had pulled off a plan without any accidents. Well...almost: there is right now a guard who’s nursing a bad headache that he never saw coming but thanks to Jester’s skills, his memory would not conjure up any explanation.

Returning to the inn in the wee hours, you’d all just succumbed to sleep but now at noon a call of nature has summoned you to the inn’s common room for a meal.

⟡ — fluff spring by @flufftober !

pairing: levi ackerman x reader

tags: modern au / teasings / established relationship / cozy moments / romance / heartwarming / sfw / 564 w.

summary: you and levi start a quiet spring ritual of secret notes — playful teases, small confessions, and subtle observations. each folded message draws you closer, turning fleeting moments into a private, growing bond. spring blooms not just outside but in the small, shared exchanges between you

જ⁀➴ ✉︎ read on ao3 ⋮ fluff spring’26 ⋮ main masterlist

the week after your first spring outing passed quietly, almost lazily. the city bloomed around you, and every time you thought of levi, your grumpy, your chest fluttered a little.

it started with a folded note slipped into your bag one morning. tucked beneath a notebook, you almost didn’t notice it.

“you looked ridiculous with that sun hat. adorable, but ridiculous.”

a laugh slipped out before you could stop it. levi wasn’t there, of course, but you could almost hear the clipped “ridiculous” in his voice. the memory of the park and his watchful eyes made your cheeks warm.

the next day, you had a reply ready. in a tiny envelope, left where he’d notice, on his jacket pocket at the squad room, you wrote:

“i am adorable, and you know it. you’re just jealous.”

levi didn’t comment, but the faint twitch of his lips when he read it made your heart skip.

and so it began.

notes tucked in lunch boxes, folded into books, slipped beneath coffee cups. small, fleeting, deliberate. every word a tease, a confession, a tiny observation. sometimes serious, sometimes ridiculous. always meant for the other’s eyes only.

one evening, another note appeared under your keyboard. carefully, you unfolded it:

“stop staring at your reflection so much. it’s distracting. but… don’t stop entirely.”

your chest warmed again. levi had been watching. not just at the fair, or the park, but quietly noticing the little things. now he was saying it on paper.

you wrote back in tiny handwriting:

“i’ll try… if you promise to stop being so distracting yourself.”

it was left under his coffee mug the next morning. later, you caught him glancing at it, muttering: “ridiculous…” but his eyes lingered longer than needed.

over the days, notes became a language all your own.

“grumpy, you always smell like tea and early spring air. it’s unfair.”

“stop hiding under that jacket. you’re secretly soft. everyone can see it.”

“i might just be stealing your hoodie next time. don’t try to stop me.”

each one carried a tiny thrill. each one made the distance shrink, even when levi pretended it didn’t affect him.

one afternoon, while waiting in the squad room, you noticed a folded note sticking out of his notebook. carefully, you pulled it out:

“i think… i like that you notice the little things. don’t stop noticing me either.”

your heart stopped. levi, your grumpy, was saying what he rarely said aloud. but here it was, on paper, safe and quiet. you smiled, pressing it to your chest, knowing you’d respond soon, carefully, playfully.

these secret notes became your spring ritual. small confessions. teasing observations. tiny ways of saying: i see you. i care.

for the first time, you realized spring wasn’t just warmth or blooms. it was the subtle, quiet ways two people could let each other in.

every note was a step closer. every fold, a bridge. slowly, without noticing, your world and his orbited around those exchanges.

by the time you left your next note, folded neatly, written carefully, you felt a thrill. you couldn’t wait for him to find it. levi always did.

spring wasn’t just outside anymore. it was in the quiet smile that spread across his face when he read your words, the faint warmth when his eyes met yours, the soft, unspoken bond that grew stronger with every secret note shared.

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Actually a teaser for a future fic!

"Milky!"

That was his only warning before familiar, warm arms wrapped around him. Usually, Shadow Milk would dart back, leaving Pure Vanilla to only embrace air, or tackle him back. This time, however, he froze, allowing Pure Vanilla to hug and nuzzle him.

He was quite fond of nuzzles, it seemed.

However, he was distracted.

"…what did you just call me?"

"Hmm?" Pure Vanilla paused his nuzzling and looked up. "Ah, Milky?" He pulled away to gently scratch his cheek. "I know it sounds a little silly-"

"I hate it. It sounds ridiculous. I don't call you anything like that."

Pure Vanilla raised a brow. "Yes you do."

"When?"

He cocked his head. "Nilly? Vanilly? Silly Vanilly?"

Shadow Milk scoffed. "That's different."

"Is it?" Pure Vanilla crossed his arms. "I bet I can find worse ones beyond 'Milky'." Shadow Milk cocked his head back, allowing him space to think. "…Lamby. Baby Blue…Prism…"

"These are your worse ones?" Shadow Milk scoffed, ignoring the tinge of disgust at 'Lamby'. He was nothing like a lamb, no matter how hard Pure Vanilla tried to get him to like the wooly things. "Try something more ridiculous."

"Like?"

"Like…" Shadow Milk cupped Pure Vanilla's face and squeezed it, letting out gushy, streaming words, similar to how one would fawn over a baby or an adorable animal. "Ohhh, my little Snuggle Muffin, my Boo Boo Bear, my sweet sugar-coated Coco Puff, my…"

Day 2 of FluffySpring :)

“Blubber fish” “I am not!” he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.  “Shiny fish tackle”  “Stop calling me ridiculous names” There was an exasperated sigh; you could swear you saw some bubbles dropping to the ground from where you were sitting at a kitchen counter. It was going on for hours now — the weirder and weirder pet names slipping into the late evening as you both were cleaning after dinner. “You started it!” “Did not” “Yes, you did! Calling me a clingy calamari, and Humuhumu— whatever that was”  “A hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua’a” he rolled his eyes, repeating, you could only hope, a cute fish name, so you can take it as a compliment, but you saw how he bit his lip, holding back a laugh.  “That’s what I said.. Humuhumu…kumu” now it was your turn to pout, the name not rolling off your tongue as you would have expected or wanted. This was a serious pet-name-quarell!  He repeated the name with a smirk.  “It’s not my fault that you pursed your lips just like that lil fishie.” “You… you…” Your cheeks rounded, ears pink, you did not look like a fish! “You catfish! No! You silly, chubby orange cat, you!”  There was a loud gasp, hand covering his mouth at the unspeakable atrocity you have just said “You take it back!” calling him a monstrosity like that, and chubby on top — sacrilegious. “Nu-uh” 

There was a scratch of a chair on the floor, making you stop the laughter threatening to escape. The sight of his offended pouty face turning into a mischievous smirk made you slowly lower yourself onto the floor. 

“You know, catfish are predators.” 

Oh-oh. 

“Come here, my little snack.” 

@flufftober Spring Edition Day 1: Welcoming Spring

@tropevarietyhour A Budding Romance Day 27: A Quiet Moment

@superbateveryweek Superbat For All Seasons: Thunder storms

Clark woke to the sound of rain. The sky was dark and cloudy, and the windows were foggy with raindrops slicing unpredictable lines across the planes. The rain was fast and harsh against the window, and Clark knew no farm work would be accomplished today besides the daily feedings and clean-ups.

He blinked languidly, his body lax and comfortable as he focused on the steady breathing next to him. In true Bat fashion, Bruce was dead to the world, sleeping on his stomach, arms buried beneath the pillow with his head facing Clark.

He looked so peaceful in Clark’s bed, heartbeat calm, and Clark smiled as he nudged a hair strand away from his eyes.

Clark felt no shame in the fact that he loves watching Bruce sleep. There’s something intimate about sleeping together, especially given Bruce’s tendency to be paranoid. So to see the physical proof that Bruce, after years of teaming together and months of dating, can trust Clark so much that his body naturally crashes? That the fluttering eyelids and twitching fingers are a result of deep sleep, and not from a decade of living with hypervigilance.

How can anyone expect Clark not to treasure this?

Rumbling sounded outside, flashes of light breaking through the gloomy sky, and Bruce’s face furrowed as he curled to his side, towards Clark’s unnatural body heat. Clark shifted in response, letting instinct guide him as he pulled the blankets further around them, adjusting Bruce closer so that his nose was buried against his side, hands curled between them in what Clark lovingly refers to as the raptor hands.

Clark traced patterns where his hands lay against Bruce’s back, a fond smile forming as Bruce’s face went back to the relaxed state from before. 

From across the hallway, he heard Ma’s bed creak, feet shuffling against the cold floor. He knows that he should be responsible and get up too. Help out with the barn at least, while Ma can focus on the house chores.

But Bruce’s body lay heavy against him, and his heartbeat remained slow and steady, and the last thing Claark wanted to do right now was leave this warm bubble of his boyfriend sleeping next to him.

@flufftober

🍿Fluffspring 2026 - Day 3 - Sharing Popcorn

🍿Fandom: Bridgerton

🍿Pairing: Benedict/Sophie; Anthony/Kate

🍿Title: A Field Study in Academic Rivarly

🍿Summary: When Dr. Sharma and Mr. Bridgerton can’t seem to make it through a lecture without HR getting involved, Sophie is assigned to supervise.

Benedict arrives out of curiosity…and brings popcorn.

You can read it here:

Day 2 Silly Nicknames

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/80987316

Title: Scientifically proven

Summary: After Baxter had collected all the data, he only had to compare it with his reference object to get a clear result