#fluffyjulyday11

Chapters: 10/31 Fandom: 신입사관 구해령 | Rookie Historian Goo Hae-ryung (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings:  No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Goo Hae-ryung/Min U-won, Yi Jin/Min U-hui Characters: Goo Hae-ryung, Min U-won, Min U-hui, Yi Jin Additional Tags:  Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Characters in Love, Falling In Love, Romantic Fluff, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Kissing, Slice of Life, Mentions of Pregnancy, Short Chapters, Drabble Collection, fluffy july 2026 

When all it's said and done and the unearthed secrets are resting in the past, a collection of drabbles narrating two love stories.

The one between Hae-ryung and U-won, where the love is confident and sure.

And the one between Yi Jin and U-hui, where the love blossoms on tiptoes.

Fluffy July Day 11 - “Try it!” / Slushie

AO3 🩷

Fandom: Open Heart (Choices) Relationship: Tobias/MC Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship Words: 200

For @fluffyjuly I dediced to write little double drabbles.

Here's Day 11 - Slushie | “Try it”

Also tagging @choicesficwriterscreations

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“What is that?”

Julia’s shift had just ended and Tobias had come to pick her up at the hospital.

He’d had the day off, and they were both excited to spend the evening together.

“Hello to you too.” He grinned.

Julia rolled her eyes. “Hi. What is that?”

“Pride Edition Slushie”, Tobias explained, holding the rainbow coloured drink out at her. “Try it.”

He fully expected her to take the cup from him, but instead, Julia leaned in, closing her lips around the straw and taking a sip, looking up at Tobias from beneath her eyelashes.

At the sight, he felt heat creep up his neck and his heart beat faster, and he swallowed drily.

Julia let go of the straw and licked a stray drop from her full bottom lip, and Tobias was transfixed, warmth pooling in his stomach.

“Delicious”, Julia commented, faux innocent, and Tobias had trouble suppressing a groan.

She knew exactly what she was doing, and Tobias could freely admit that he loved it.

Day 11 for @fluffyjuly, still 10 behind.

From Forgotten,

---

Kol had in his time since waking up and finding Elijah learned to read beyond his brother's words.

As much as Kol hated it, he had to at least be a little thankful for the years apart and damage to Elijah had stolen his mask making him much easier to read.

“Are you cold?” he asked, he already knew it was not a good day given his brother hadn't left the bed but he wasn't going to let him suffer in silence if there was something Kol could fix.

None of them could work out if the sudden temperature drop was a physical effect of the dagger’s removal or a mental one of his years imprisoned by it but Elijah needed to learn he was allowed things, that all he had to do was ask and Kol, Davina, Marcel and the younger vampires Marcel sent to visit, would get him whatever he wanted or needed.

Then again Elijah wasn't wholly great at being selfish and asking for help before, also the fault of, in part, Mikael.

“No.” Elijah muttered, more of a sad pile of blankets than the one who had helped raise Kol and build the city. It also wasn't believable given he could hear his chattering teeth as he answered even with just one word.

Kol frowned and pulled out his phone to send Davina a text before he toed of his shoes and started shedding his clothes. 

He was in the bed and wrapping his arms around his brother before Elijah noticed.

“What?” Elijah asked in surprise, twisting to give him a look, an almost normal amount of annoyance and bewilderment at Kol’s actions.

“You look cold.” he commented, refusing to think too much on how easily his big brother fit in his arms, this was far from the first time he had done this, and a questioning-argumentive Elijah was definitely an improvement to one lost in nightmares.

Even if he still missed the much more innocent time he had done this while they were alive, human and innocent.

“I was under blankets,” Elijah replied, raising an eyebrow while strictly ignoring the fact Kol could now feel his shivering and how cold he was. “You couldn't see me.”

“Sounded then.” Kol argued, pulling Elijah closer into the hug.

“Kol.” 

“Maybe I just wanted to cuddle with my big brother.” Kol counted, giving his brother a look with sad eyes and a pout, it wasn't like Elijah was immune to the look, just that it always failed to work when he or Klaus were covered in blood. “You wouldn't deprive me of that.”

“Fine.” Elijah sighed, giving up and neither of them would mention the way he relaxed into Kol.

After fourteen years without clothing being a staple, Leo still had trouble gauging how many layers suited unpredictable weather. His polo shirt definitely wasn’t cutting it against this eye-watering wind.

“Leo,” April gasped in dismay, “what are you wearing? You look so cold!”

“I’m ok-kay,” he managed, weak smile chattering, only to balk as she hurriedly shrugged off her oversized coat. “Wait, h-hey, no, you d-don’t have to—”

“You’re coldblooded; you need it more than I do.”

-

"Still no signal," Atsushi sighed. He paced back and forth holding his phone as high as he could. Nothing. Without any power to charge it, he decided to shut it off for now.

Atsushi's gaze shifted to the window which was blanketed in white. He was just thinking out loud when he said, "The storm must be just as bad if not worse everywhere else."

In other words, they couldn't get out and nobody else could get in. This certainly wasn't a promising start to their mission. Speaking of, his companion seemed even quieter than usual, which was a near impossibility.

Atsushi turned back towards the other man and blinked. Even with every blanket they'd found in this cabin wrapped around his shoulders, he seemed like he was shivering as he sat there on the couch.

"You look cold," Atsushi said loud enough for the other man to hear. He was met with a cough then a deadpan stare.

"A normal person would be, weretiger." Akutagawa grumbled. He sunk into the blankets so only his eyes were still visible. The rest of his words were muffled when he said, "You're the outlier here."

Atsushi wasn't completely sold on that. Though he supposed it was understandable. He turned and looked back to the raging storm outside. He supposed he could transform his arms and legs then run into town to check on things there.

But what would happen if they were powerless as well? It'd be a wasted trip and he'd have left his partner alone for no reason. Not to mention the sun was already starting to set, which meant the temperature would soon begin to drop even more. He was all right with that but as for his companion, well... he just wasn't suited for it.

He glanced back at Akutagawa. Surely, the guy would tell him to leave so he could have some peace if he even brought it up. But that didn't sit right with Atsushi. Like it or not, they were in this together. That meant he couldn't just let the guy turn into a human popsicle.

So it seemed like it was time to think outside the box. Atsushi plopped down onto the couch and let out a sigh. Ok. Here it goes. He reached over and wrapped an arm around the bundled up man.

"Just what do you think you're doing!" Akutagawa hissed.

"I'm warming you up." Atsushi replied without missing a beat.

"I'm fine." Akutagawa tried to pull away. Though his voice was raspy from coughing and he seemed physically weaker than usual.

"You're a human ice cube." Atsushi kept his grip firm.

"...Rashomon."

A thin bit of the other man's dark ability slipped from underneath the blankets and aimed directly at his own neck. He coughed twice.

"What are you doing?" Atsushi asked.

"I'd rather die than be subjected to this." Akutagawa replied matter-of-factly.

"Don't you think you're being a little dramatic?" Atsushi asked. When he was met with nothing but that familiar, unwavering glare, Atsushi finally released him. The ability retreated right afterwards and he went right back to shivering where he sat.

This was crazy. Atsushi couldn't just wait until the guy passed out to try and help him but, man, he was just so stubborn! Well, he supposed he was out of options at this point. Time for something extreme.

Atsushi stood, cracked his neck side to side, then threaded his fingers together and stretched his arms out far above his own head. He could practically feel the piercing gaze upon him. Good, he had the guy's attention. He stopped, looked Akutagawa in the eye, and said, "You owe me a nice dinner after this."

"After what exac-" Akutagawa stopped mid-sentence as the other man transformed into a tiger. Not partially as he tended to do, no, but a full on huge white cat. The tiger stretched out its front paws and spread its toes, leaning back on its haunches and showing its razor sharp claws. When it was done it turned towards the couch.

He blinked at the creature. It had a ferocity in its eyes that was all too telling about the power it possessed. They were cold, calculating, and completely lacked a sense of familiarity. There was no doubt about it, this was not Atsushi. It was his beast set free to do what it wanted.

That being said, Akutagawa felt no ill intent from the creature. It was not a threat to him right now. He was silent as he watched the creature approach the couch and sniff him. What did it want? Clearly not a fight. He didn't have anything else to give.

To say he was surprised when the tiger jumped onto the couch and laid across his legs would've been the understatement of the year. He attempted to wriggle free. No use. He could use his ability but that'd likely piss it off and then they'd end up destroying the only shelter they had from the storm if they fought.

Maybe reasoning could work. "Hey, beast. Move over."

It ignored him completely. Ok, maybe he could use Rashomon to gently nudge it a bit. The second he attempted to summon his ability the white tiger whipped its head in his direction and roared angrily. This time its eyes were aggressive. It was prepared to attack the second it felt provoked. Akutagawa stiffened. That was a clear no.

Seconds turned into minutes. His legs were going numb. He was going to die here. How pathetic. No! He wouldn't give Atsushi the satisfaction of killing him this way. Akutagawa gritted his teeth and grumbled, "Fine, I won't go anywhere. Give me my legs back."

The overgrown fuzzball rolled over just enough for him to pull his limbs free. As soon as he was clear, it rolled back into that space. On its back, with its paws in the air, the large beast seemed so carefree it was a little silly.

Fandom : Bleach

Relationship : Ichigo x Rukia

Voici ma participation pour le Fluffy July 2025 pour le prompt : Se blottir pour se réchauffer.

J’espère que ça vous plaira.

Résumé : Ichigo ouvrit lentement les yeux. Il jeta un coup d’œil à l’heure. Il était deux heures du matin. Il se retourna de l’autre côté du lit. Il sursauta et se redressa brusquement en voyant Rukia allongée à côté de lui, les yeux clos, paisible comme si elle dormait depuis des heures.

Disclaimer : Bleach appartient à Tite Kubo.

@fluffyjuly

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Ichigo ouvrit lentement les yeux. Il jeta un coup d’œil à l’heure. Il était deux heures du matin. Il grogna. Cela ne faisait à peine qu’une heure qu’il dormait. Lui et Rukia avaient patrouillé jusque tard dans la nuit et il était épuisé. Dès leur retour, il s’était écroulé sur son lit et s’était endormi aussitôt. Mais apparemment, il n’avait eu droit qu’à une seule petite heure de repos.

Il se retourna de l’autre côté du lit. Il sursauta et se redressa brusquement en voyant Rukia allongée à côté de lui, les yeux clos, paisible comme si elle dormait depuis des heures. Qu’est-ce qu’elle fait dans mon lit ? Pensa-t-il, pris de court. Est-ce que je devrais la réveiller ? Ou me lever et aller dormir sur le canapé ?

« Tu fais trop de bruit, dit-elle soudainement, sans ouvrir les yeux. »

Ichigo sursauta. Il ne s’attendait pas à ce qu’elle soit réveillée.

« Je bougeais même pas, rétorqua-t-il à mi-voix. »

Il était figé. Depuis qu’il l’avait vue là, si proche, il était incapable de faire le moindre mouvement.

« Je t’entends réfléchir, ajouta-t-elle. Ça m’empêche de dormir. »

Il leva les yeux au ciel, exaspéré. Bien sûr, il fallait qu’elle reste imperturbable, même dans ce genre de situation… qu’elle avait elle-même provoquée.

« Et je peux savoir ce que tu fais dans mon lit ? Demanda-t-il, un brin agacé. »

Elle ouvrit les yeux, exaspérée à l’idée de devoir s’expliquer.

« J’avais froid. Avec ta fichue manie de toujours laisser la fenêtre ouverte, je sentais le courant d’air jusque dans le placard, même avec les portes fermées. »

Elle exagère, pensa-t-il. C’est vrai que les nuits étaient fraîches, mais il ne faisait pas si froid que ça. Il fronça les sourcils, réalisant soudain quelque chose.

« Attends… Je croyais que ton Bankai était basé sur la glace ? »

Rukia le fusilla du regard, vexée qu’il ne fasse pas la différence.

« Ça n’a rien à voir. Mon pouvoir n’empêche pas mon corps d’avoir froid. Maintenant, rallonge-toi. Je veux dormir et tu es aussi chaud qu’un radiateur. »

Ichigo soupira et se rallongea sans discuter. Il était bien trop fatigué pour argumenter. Rukia se rapprocha aussitôt et se blottit contre lui, comme si c’était la chose la plus naturelle du monde. Son souffle contre sa clavicule avait la douceur d’une brise hivernale. Froide, mais apaisante. Ce n’était ni confortable ni inconfortable. C’était Rukia et ça suffisait.

« T’es chaud, dit-elle d’une voix somnolente. Ça fait du bien.

-Je suis pas un radiateur, grogna-t-il. »

Elle ne répondit pas. Ichigo tourna légèrement la tête vers elle. Elle dormait profondément. Il ferma les yeux à son tour, essayant de se détendre et de retrouver le sommeil. Ce n’était pas la première fois qu’ils étaient proches, mais se retrouver dans le même lit qu’elle, même s’il ne se passait rien, le rendait nerveux. Après un long moment, bercé par la chaleur et le silence, il finit par s’endormir.

Lorsqu’il se réveilla quelques heures plus tard, Rukia dormait toujours, blottie dans ses bras, comme si elle y avait toujours eu sa place.

Fandom : Bleach

Relationship : Ichigo x Rukia

My Fluffy July 2025 contribution for the prompt : Cuddling for Warmth.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Ichigo slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at the clock. Two a.m. He turned toward the other side of the bed and froze. Rukia lay beside him, eyes closed, perfectly peaceful as if she hadd been asleep for hours.

Disclaimer : Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.

@fluffyjuly

AO3 / FF.NET

Ichigo slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at the clock. Two a.m. He groaned. Barely an hour of sleep. He and Rukia had been on patrol late into the night and he was exhausted. The moment they returned, he had crashed onto his bed and passed out. But apparently, the universe had only allowed him one measly hour of rest.

He turned toward the other side of the bed and froze. Rukia lay beside him, eyes closed, perfectly peaceful as if she hadd been asleep for hours. What is she doing in my bed ? He thought, caught off guard. Should I wake her up ? Or go sleep on the couch ?

“You’re making too much noise,” she said suddenly, eyes still shut.

Ichigo jolted. He had not expected her to be awake.

“I wasn’t even moving,” he muttered under his breath.

He was frozen. Since spotting her so close, he had not been able to move a muscle.

“I can hear you thinking,” she added. “It’s keeping me awake.”

He rolled his eyes, exasperated. Of course she had to stay unbothered, even in a situation she clearly caused herself.

“And can I ask why you’re in my bed ?” He said, mildly annoyed.

She opened her eyes, equally annoyed that she had to explain.

“I was cold. With your ridiculous habit of always leaving the window open, I could feel the draft all the way in the closet, even with the doors shut.”

She’s exaggerating, he thought. Sure, nights were cool, but it was not that cold. Then he frowned, suddenly struck by a realization.

“Wait… I thought your Bankai was ice-based ?”

Rukia shot him a sharp look, offended.

“That has nothing to do with it. My powers don’t stop my body from feeling cold. Now lie down. I want to sleep and you’re as warm as a radiator.”

Ichigo sighed and lay back down without arguing. He was far too tired to fight. Rukia immediately slid closer and nestled against him, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her breath against his collarbone had the softness of a winter breeze. Cold, yet strangely calming. It was not comfortable or uncomfortable. It was Rukia and that was enough.

“You’re warm,” she murmured sleepily. “It feels nice.”

“I’m not a radiator,” he grumbled.

She did not reply. Ichigo turned his head slightly toward her. She was fast asleep. He closed his eyes again, trying to relax and fall back into sleep. They had been close before, but sharing a bed, even like this, made his heart race in quiet, unfamiliar ways. After a long while, warmed by her presence and the silence itself, he drifted off.

When he woke up a few hours later, Rukia was still curled up in his arms, like she had always belonged there.