#comfortember day 24

[fanfictasia]

Comfortember Day 24

Blankets

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Growing in the Storm

Ahsoka Tano

As it turns out, sitting here watching Vader do his office work – or whatever in the world he’s doing – is very boring. And I’m feeling way too off balance to try meditating right now. I found it very boring to watch Anakin do paperwork too, honestly. But this time, I can’t even offer to help to make it go faster, or actually –

“Want some help?” I ask, approaching his table.

The helmeted head raises a little to look at me. “I do not recall you ever being this enthusiastic about battle reports in the past,” he replies, dryly.

I huff. I never found them terribly fascinating, but it was… honestly preferable to the actual fighting. Though, looking at them often just made me feel worse knowing how many people were lost. “Remember that time I wrote that huge pile of reports because you were stumbling around blindly and could hardly stay awake, and Rex was this close to stunning you?”

“No.”

I wave a hand, as I pause next to him. “You were probably too tired to remember my name then.”

“That is… possible,” he replies, a note of amusement in his voice.

“Hopefully you’ve been doing better without us to babysit you?” But honestly, that’s a joke. I can especially see looking back what lengths Anakin went to, to care of me and the boys, and we always returned that for him as much as we could. But now… I rather doubt he’s close with any of his men. All Imperials seem too snobby for that. Okay, I know that’s not fair, but honestly. And he feels way too lonely to be… close to anyone. Has anyone taken care of him since Rex and I tried to on Mustafar before Sidious came?

“You would not be pleased to know the answer to that.”

Oh no. Not that I guessed otherwise. “What does that mean?”

“I do not sleep anymore.”

“Very funny,” I deadpan.

“There is little time for it. I draw my strength from the Dark Side.”

Okay, hold on, is he serious? He had better not be serious. “Then I think it’s time I tuck you into bed under your cape. It is a good blanket,” I reply, and I am hardly joking. He better not be entirely serious.

I can’t decipher the noise that escapes his vocoder. “I have to many matters to look after for that.”

“You’ve already been doing that for an hour.”

“There is always more to attend to.”

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #comfortember #comfortember 2023 #comfortember day 24 #comfortember day twenty four #day twenty four #day 24 #ahsoka tano #ahsoka #darth vader #vader #vader and ahsoka #fluff #angst #hurt/ocmfort #family #blankets

[newwwwusername]

Fic title : This Weight Around You Will Keep You Safe

@comfortember 2023 prompt : Blankets

Rating : General Audiences

Fandom : Thanksgiving (2023 Movie)

Pairing : Ryan/Jessica

Additional tags : Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Jessica Has PTSD (Thanksgiving 2023), Gift Giving, Weighted Blankets, Blankets, Good Significant Other Ryan (Thanksgiving 2023), Past Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Jessica Needs a Hug (Thanksgiving 2023), Trauma, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort

Word count : 213

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic challenge #fanfic prompts #comfortember 2023 #comfortember day 24 #thanksgiving #thanksgiving 2023 #ryan x jessica #jessica x ryan #ptsd

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Between Then And Now (Our World Has Changed) – Nancy Birch/Isabella Fitzwilliam

A/N: Day 24 for @comfortember, another one to tag @selkiewife for.

Then: Nancy is silent as she settles herself onto the long seat. She would never learn the name, she thought, there was no point. After tonight she would never see Isabella again. Still, for now she can accept the comfort. Her head rests on a pillow in Isabella’s lap, Isabella’s fingers combing through loose dark brown hair, soothing her in ways she still didn’t understand. When she had first arrived she had trembled, allowing Isabella to pull her into a tight, reassuring, hug. Now, as Isabella soothed her nerves, she felt all fear leave her. She was safe, chosen and wanted. Sleep steals her away even as Isabella tucks her tenderly under a few blankets. Come the next day she would only have one, the others pooled on the floor. Now: Isabella wakes first, taking in the quiet confidence and calm in Nancy’s face, she’s soft like this, at rest. The years have been horribly unkind to them both but now, with Nancy in her arms, it doesn’t seem to matter. Nancy nestles closer, resting her cheek against her chest and Isabella smiles, smoothing her hair tenderly, pulling the blankets higher to cover them both as Nancy sighs and settles. They no longer care what people think. On Nancy’s arm is a safe place to be, the woman walks with surety that makes Isabella feel like nothing can harm her. She, in turn, refuses to let Nancy’s past, her scars and fears, her tears, keep them apart. Nights now are spent with one another, Nancy’s gentleness is a balm to a fragile heart and she will do all she can to be the same for Nancy.

#harlots #isabella fitzwilliam #nancy birch #fitzbirch #isabella/nancy #nancy/isabella #day 24 #blankets #comfortember #comfortember 2023

[thegreenleavesofspring]

Nell's living room has disappeared.

#Comfortember 2023 #Comfortember2023 #Day 24 #Prompt: Blankets #Nell Way #Silver Way #Ken Way #Baby Silver #Sons of the Star

[littlemissagrafina]

Sleepless Thoughts

@comfortember Day 4. Overthinking + 24. Night Time

Summary: May sighed softly, the corners of her mouth creasing as she looked at him. Peter didn't have to guess to know what she was seeing. He could feel his eyes burning and knew they would be bloodshot and that his face would be pale.

Resting her hand on his cheek, May smiled sadly at him. "Nothing?" She asked quietly and Peter shook his head, answer still the same from when they had texted earlier.

"Nothing."

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Being tired wasn't something that Peter was unaccustomed to. He was a teenager after all. He was forced to get up at frankly terrifying hours to get to school, stay up late just to finish homework, and then stay up even later because he didn't want to waste some of the free time he had at night.

And then when you add in his vigilante extracurricular activities, well… Peter was certainly no stranger to being tired.

But this? This was something far more than just tiredness. This was exhaustion plain and simple. And it wasn't even for any good reason. There were no late night wake up calls because Spider-Man was needed, there were no tests or quizzes that needed late night study sessions, there weren't even any series or tik toks that he felt like staying up too late watching.

He just couldn't sleep, and he was so, so tired. And Peter had joked about being tired before, had thought he'd had rough nights with insomnia, but he had never gone on this late into the night (or was it early at this point?) without dozing off at least once, for no matter how long.

He had tried everything he could think of. He counted sheep, he'd warmed a mug of milk and honey, turned on various white, ambient, and brown noises, done some sit ups and push ups, worked through meditation and breathing techniques that Natasha had taught him. Hell, he'd even tried just laying in bed with his eyes closed, but the only thing he achieved was laying there while another hour passed without him getting a single wink of sleep.

And then the thoughts started coming. Every anxiety, fear, and worry that he had manifesting and slowly taking over his mind until he felt like he was going to shake out of skin from the various and ever-changing trails of thoughts.

The way that darkness could swallow a room when a candle was blown out, the same way that Peter's thoughts started swirling and flooding into every corner and crevice of his mind.

The tumbled this way and that, flinging everything from his worries over not being able save someone as Spider-Man, to losing someone he loved, to (ironically) falling asleep during a chemistry exam, or even tripping and falling in front of people.

In a fit of desperation, Peter threw his blankets aside and fled his room, pacing the apartment almost as if he was trying (and failing) to outrun his own mind.

He momentarily pondered turning the TV on but knew that the artificial light on top of not sleeping would wreak havoc on his senses. They were already heightened due to the lack of sleep and stress it was causing. It was bad enough to cause an overload but they were heightened enough to the extent that he could even make out thunder in the distance even above the never ending New York noise.

Collapsing on the couch, Peter lost track of time, swirling thoughts and sleeplessness blurring together until he was brought back by the sounds of keys in the door to the apartment. He didn't bother getting up, May would see him when she walked in, anyway.

He was proven right when his aunt's hand ran gently over his head moments later, and Peter couldn’t even recall hearing her lock the door or put down any of her stuff. All of which she'd done and more when he lifted his head to see her crouched in front of him dressed in pajamas and her hair still wet from her shower. 

He could see her scrubs dumped in their was basket from where it had been loved near the door to take down to wash in the morning.

May sighed softly, the corners of her mouth creasing as she looked at him. Peter didn't have to guess to know what she was seeing. He could feel his eyes burning and knew they would be bloodshot and that his face would be pale.

Resting her hand on his cheek, May smiled sadly at him. "Nothing?" She asked quietly and Peter shook his head, answer still the same from when they had texted earlier.

"Nothing."

May nodded. "Okay." She stood, pulling on his hand and dragging him down the hall to her own room. Pushing the door open, she led him to the bed where she made him sit before she disappeared out the door. She came back moments later, his favourite blanket in hand.

Settling herself in the middle of the bed, back resting against the headboard, May lifted the covers and held out the blanket and Peter took it, curling it around him before sliding under the duvet and resting his head in May's lap.

With one hand she started combing through his curls, and the other rubbed soothing circles over his back.

Peter still didn't sleep that night. He dozed for a half hour near 6am, but nothing close to fully sleeping. But May was there, she stayed with him, running hands through his hair and down his back, occasionally murmuring stories from her shift or little memories from when she was younger.

And Peter didn't sleep, but it was okay because May was there, and when May was there, his thoughts were quiet.

He was tired, exhausted. But his mind was silent.

And it stayed quiet even when May would call him in sick to school the next day and they would spend the entire day lounging on the couch and watching rubbish TV, eventually falling asleep with the popcorn bowl still sitting between them.

#peter parker #may parker #comfortember #comfortember 2022 #comfortember day 4. overthinking + 24. night time #fanfiction #mcu #spider man #aunt may #insomnia #fluff #cuddling

[sylvanfreckles]

Day Twenty-Four: Blanket

He fell asleep, leaning against Tom’s side with his red blanket tucked up around his shoulders, as Grave Robbers from Outer Space played on.

#comfortember #comfortember 2023 #day 24 #blanket #miraculous ladybug #fic #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #tom dupain #sabine cheng #movie night #plan 9 from outer space #manos the hands of fate #author watches a lot of mst3k and rifftrax

[comfortember]

Comfortember 2022!

IT’S HERE!!

Just a reminder, Comfortember is a month-long challenge during the month of November and the focus is all things comfort. Whether in the form of fluff, recovery, post-whump, or all of the above, it’s a ton of fun and really heartwarming!! This challenge is open to all fandoms and it’s open to all forms of art, not just fanfiction. Please use the #comfortember tag when you post so all the fics will be in one place!

I don’t really use ao3 so I tried my best with the collection, tell me if there’s anything wrong!

Without further ado here’s the prompts:

I hope you all enjoy this year’s prompts! Again Im new so if you have any constructive criticism feel free to tell me! :D If you have any question you can send an ask, dm me, join the discord, or check out the FAQ!! And btw the fastest way is definitely discord since Im not always logged into tumblr but I will do my best to be logged in more often during the event!

And remember to use the alt prompts if any of them make you uncomfortable or if you don’t want to do them for any reason! Thank you all so much for your patience and have fun!! -HD And under the cut is the prompts written out for easy readability!

1. Hugs

2. Stressed

3. Warm Food

4. Overthinking

5. Game Night

6. Exhaustion

7. Comfort Item

8. Afraid to ask for help

9. Day out

10. Breakdown

11. Holding Hands

12. Concern

13. Losing track of time

14. Encouraging

15. A Quiet Moment

16. Shelter

17. Falling asleep on someone

18. Overwhelmed

19. Cold

20. Self Care

21. Anxiety Attack

22. Pets

23. Pass Out

24. Night Time

25. Lost

26. Getting Sleep

27. Proud

28. Quality Time

29. Distance

30. Moving Forward

ALT:

1. Flowers 2. Frozen 3. Calm 4. Plushies 5. Create

#comfortember #comfortember 2022 #official announcement #HD talks

[darkstar225]

@woso-fan13 Updated Masterlist

Updated: 04 January 2024

I have no clue why I did this, I just love this writer sm and wish I could check everything in one place since I keep re-reading the fics lol

PS: If the writer wants me to delete the post and send it to you so you'll post it, feel free to message me! I just love the fics and felt like doing this :D

It didn't fit everything so check out @woso-fan13 for the other masterlist with the rest S2

Sicktember 2023

Number 1: Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

Number 2: Quest For A Cure

Number 3: “What Happened To Your Phenomenal Immune System, Huh?”

Number 4: Hiding an Illness

Number 5: Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

Number 6: Sick & Injured

Number 7: “You’re A Jerk When You’re Sick”

Number 8: Persistent Fever

Number 9: White Coat Syndrome

Number 10: “The Only Place We’re Going Is To The Pharmacy”

Number 11: Beginner’s Guide To Faking Sick

Number 12: Home Remedy/Old Wives Tale

Number 13: Anxious Stomach

Number 14: “I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am.”

Number 15: Sick in an Inconvenient Place

Number 16: Consulting the Internet/Web MD

Number 17: Magical Remedy/ Healing Potion

Number 18: “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

Number 19: Curled Up With a Pet

Number 20: Cramping Pain

Number 21: “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too.”

Number 22: Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

Number 23: Coughing Fit

Number 24: “Did you just sneeze?”

Number 25: Confused/Disoriented

Number 26: Forehead Kisses

Number 27: Uncooperative Patient

Number 28: “I should have stayed home”

Number 29: Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

Number 30: Patient 0

WHUMPTOBER 2023

Number 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Number 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Number 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Number 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Number 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”

Number 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Number 7: “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Number 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Number 9: “Learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days.”

Number 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Number 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Number 12: “I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting?”

Number 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”

Number 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”

Number 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.”

Number 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Number 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”

Number 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

Number 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”

Number 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Number 21: “See the chains around my feet.”

Number 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.

Number 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

Number 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

Number 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Number 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”

Number 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”

Number 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Number 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Number 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Number 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Comfortember 2023

Safe

Sweater Weather

Leaves Changing

Warmth

Treehouse

Notes

Sick/Illness

Grief/Mourning

Aftermath

Sadness

Comfort Show/Movie

Dreams

Baking

Late Night Phone Calls

Plushies

Coffee/Tea Break

Heirloom

Cuddles

Loved Ones

Shopping

Relapse

Cry

Anxiety

Blankets

Rain

Friends

Soup

Flashbacks

Sleepover

The New Normal

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt players #uswnt imagines #uswnt woso #uswnt reader #woso x reader #reader insert #x reader #woso imagine #woso soccer #womens soccer #woso #masterlist

[breakfastteatime]

Comfortember Day 24 - Blankets

(For @sauntering-down to make up for last year's blanket-related angst)

Five years of shift work will mess up anyone’s sleep habits. Cal gets tired at all the wrong times and is wide awake when he shouldn’t be. Except now, there’s no shift pattern ruling his entire existence. It’s all ‘go to this planet you’ve never heard of, hunt down this thing a Jedi Master left for you to find, dodge this crazy Inquisitor woman who wants you dead…’ Cal’s happy to be doing something meaningful again, but it’s a little confusing for his body clock. Cere told him to sleep in, readjust to sleeping regular, routine hours again. He wants to, really, however ‘get more sleep, Cal’ is just another thing he needs to remaster along with his connection to the Force, his lightsaber skills, his social skills in polite company (neither Cere nor Greez appreciate the knuckle cracking), and asking for help…

He shivers and huddles deeper into himself.

Anyway, the point is, if Cal does remember to go to bed during the ship’s night cycle, he tends to be up early. Really early. However, there is someone aboard the Mantis who makes Cal look like a layabout, and that someone is not Cere Junda. It not even BD-1 (he’s currently running some maintenance routines and transferring excess data onto the ship’s computer, clearing space in that happy-scanning head of his.)

No, the true early riser is Greez. Greez and his superior Latero sleep cycle. Four hours – five maximum – and he’s good for the day. Sure, Cal can get by on four or five hours, but it’s better for everyone (and their grocery budget) if he tries sleeping for longer. Greez? No such worries. There’s no struggling through on geysers of caf. Oh no. Greez is the worst kind of morning person.

He enjoys it.

He is cheerful about it.

He seeks early mornings out.

And sometimes, because he knows Cal is awake at all hours out of Bracca-induced necessity rather than any real desire or natural talent, Greez will enter the engine room with caf, hand it over, and, if they’re planetside, give an overview of the weather, before heading back out.

Today they are still in hyperspace, speeding back to Zeffo, and Greez hasn’t been in yet. Cal can hear him singing to himself in the galley, the unmistakable clatter of caf being made.

Might as well get the day started.

Rolling out of bed, Cal winces as his cold toes hit the colder deck. He’d slept in layers last night, curled in a ball, hands tucked into his armpits, and it still hadn’t been enough. He swore the ship always ran colder when they were in hyperspace.

What he wouldn’t do for his old blanket back on Bracca. If only he had the power of foresight rather than psychometry. That way, he could’ve brought it with him on his escape, Wookie-sized though it was.

Lamenting the loss of such comfort, Cal sighs and heads down to the galley. Greez looks over. “Morning, kid. You beat me to it,” he says, so cheerful it hurts, it physically hurts. Cal’s pain only makes Greez smile brighter. “Still not got that whole ‘sleep for longer’ thing down, huh?”

Cal slumps at the table and attempts to scrub the sleep from his eyes. He yawns and stretches, shuddering with the cold.

“Here.” Greez hands over caf. As he does, one of his hands brushes against Cal’s. He pulls back with a gasp. “You’re freezing!”

Cal grips the mug, relishing the warmth. “Ship’s cold,” he mumbles, impressed he’s able to hold any kind of conversation.

Greez stares at him. “Were you cold all night?”

Cal grunts.

This is not the right answer. Greez’s good mood evaporates like rainwater on an engine housing. He slams down his mug, caf sloshing over the sides, and heads off, mumbling to himself under his breath. Cal doesn’t catch it, and he’s too tired to figure out how he’s caused offence this time. Instead, he focuses on finishing his first mug of caf and pouring a second. He’s halfway through that when something big lands on his head.

Big, woollen and so so sososososo soft, love vibes through every thread.

“I’ll never be that big, Grandma Pyloon!”

“Now Greezy, you listen to me. There are days when all you’ll want to do is crawl under a big blanket and leave the galaxy and all its cares behind for a while. And when you do, this blanket will be just the thing you need. That, and it’s always better to have more blanket than less.”

“I haven’t killed you under there, have I?” Greez calls Cal out of the memory.

“N-no!” Cal fights his way free and finds himself staring at the red and silver blanket. It’s all intricately woven into knots and whorls, rich with a floral scent. He can see Greez’s grandma knitting it, humming to herself in the morning sunlight…

“Cal?”

Caf safely placed on the table, Cal runs his hands over it. “I can borrow this?”

“No, it’s yours to keep.”

Head whipping up so fast his neck cracks, Cal stares at Greez. He’s more awake at this hour than he’s ever been. “But your great grandma made it for you!”

“Wait, how’d you – ” Greez catches himself. “You are freaky, you know that?”

“I can’t keep it,” Cal says.

“You are literally snuggling into it.”

“No, I’m not.” Cal cocoons himself within it, within the happy buzzy laughter sunlight love.

“I’m watching you snuggling.”

“Greez – ”

“My great grandma was a knitter. She made a lot of blankets. I’ve got another one in my cabin, same size as that one. Cere’s got one too, and I have more going spare. Do you know what Grandma Pyloon do to me if I took it back from you and let someone in my care freeze because he doesn’t know he can ask for more bedsheets?”

“Uh –” What’s the right response to that? “She… would… be… displeased?”

“Displeased?! She’d chase me with one of her knitting needles and poke me until I remembered my manners. The blanket is yours, Cal.”

Cal sinks into its folds.

“The blanket is yours, Greezy. You do –”

“ – whatever you want with it, okay?”

Reaching for his caf, hoping the mug would hide his quivering lips, Cal nods, blinks hard, and takes a sip. Only when he achieves something close to Jedi decorum does he try speaking. “Thanks, Greez.”

“Anytime.”

#comfortember 2023 #star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo headcanon #jfo minific #cal kestis #greez dritus

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Comfortember 2023 Masterlist

I have decided that I wanna participate in this year's @comfortember. It's going to include mostly ANB and SBAK things, but will also include a few drabbles with unknown characters:)

Below the cut is the prompt for every day and what story it'll be attached to, along with the ANB and SBAK taglist, plus a separate one that's just for this event.

Day 1: Safe (SBAK)

Day 2: Baths (SBAK)

Day 3: Leaves Changing (ANB)

Day 4: Warmth (ANB)

Day 5: Treehouse (ANB)

Day 6: Notes (ANB)

Day 7: Sick/Illness (ANB)

Day 8: Grief/Mourning (ANB)

Day 9: Aftermath (ANB)

Day 10: Sadness (Stand-alone fic)

Day 11: Comfort Show/Movie (ANB)

Day 12: Dreams (SBAK)

Day 13: Baking (ANB)

Day 14: Late Night Phone Calls (ANB)

Day 15: Plushies (ANB)

Day 16: Coffee/Tea Break (ANB)

Day 17: Books (ANB)

Day 18: Cuddles (SBAK)

Day 19: Loved Ones (SBAK)

Day 20: Shopping (ANB)

Day 21: Relapse (ANB)

Day 22: Cry (ANB)

Day 23: Anxiety (SBAK)

Day 24: Blankets (ANB)

Day 25: Rain (SBAK)

Day 26: Friends (ANB)

Day 27: Soup (SBAK)

Day 28: Flashbacks (SBAK)

Day 29: Sleepovers (ANB)

Day 30: The New Normal (ANB)

As usual, just ask to be added or taken off:)

Comfortember 2023 taglist: @topsheepstudent

ANB Taglist: @choppedflowermuffinchild @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @emcscared-whumps @espresso-depresso-system @inkkswhumpandstuff @pigeonwhumps @pumpkin-spice-whump @roblingoblin285 @sacredwrath @some-thrilling-heroics @stabby-nunchucks @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @trans-writes @whump-blog @whumpsday @whumpshaped @paniatheweirdone @whumpycries @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @thekittyburger @whumpdreamz

SBAK Taglist: @kiss1t0ffm3 @latenightcupsofcoffee @make-it-gay-please @nyooom @pigeonwhumps @pixelated-whump @strawberry-whump @topsheepstudent @whumped4whumplover @whumpsday @whumpshaped

#whumptember2023 #whump #anb stuff #sbak stuff

[fanfictasia]

Comfortember Day 24

Alt. Frozen 

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Mandalorian Effect

A quiet noise behind him draws his attention, and he turns around to see a young boy standing in the doorway of the shop, probably having come in from the junk yard around the back. His blonde hair is long, and he’s dirty, but his eyes – his familiar, familiar eyes – are a bright blue. For a moment, Rex feels frozen as he stares at the boy that can be none other than Anakin himself. This – he –

Rex feels a flare of rage that Anakin, his General, went through this, lived like this. He steps forwards, slowly, and Anakin stills, eyes darting around the shop and landing on Watto’s dead body. For the first time, Rex sees a flicker of fear in Anakin, fear of him.

“It’s okay,” Rex promises, pulling off his helmet to let Anakin see his face. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Anakin stares back at him, eyes narrowed, distrusting, and he would be lying if he said that it doesn’t hurt. “What do you want?” he asks, and Force, he sounds so young. He’s a child, but he’s not like most children. He doesn’t have the innocence of childhood, not anymore.

“I was looking for you,” Rex answers slowly, wishing that he knew better what to say. He really didn’t think this through, did he. How should he deal with a child slave? “I wanted to free you.”

Something, that looks very much like a tentative hope, flickers to life in Anakin’s eyes. “Why me?”

“Because you are special, Anakin,” Rex replies, feeling suddenly choked. “You are special, and you should not have to live as you are. You – you deserve better than this. You deserve to be free.” It feels so strange, so surreal to be talking to his once General like this, but then again, this Anakin isn’t his General. He never will be. Rex will make certain of it.

“What about Mom?” Anakin inquires.

Rex’s General never spoke much about his past, but he did, sometimes, mention his mother, if only in passing. From the little Rex knows about her, she had died, somehow, tragically, and the scars of her death were ones his General always carried with him.

“She will be free too,” he assures.

There’s a moment of silence while Anakin regards him before he steps closer, fully into the shop. “Why’d you kill him?” he sounds more curious than anything else, and it hurts, in a strange way, to see how unfazed he is by Watto’s death.

“I thought to buy you, to free you,” Rex admits. “He was unwilling. I am – I am a Mandalorian.” He nearly stumbles over the word; it’s freeing, somehow, to be able to call himself that and not be associated with the Clone Wars or looked down on as lesser, because of his origins. “We are warriors. It is how we live.”

“You’re a real Mandalorian?” Anakin sounds intrigued, almost excited, and he comes closer, suddenly abuzz with energy. “That’s so wizard! I’ve heard stories about Mandalorians and about Jedi at the spaceport from people who come through.”

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #comfortember #comfortember 2022 #comfortember day 24 #day 24 #anakin skywalker #anakin #captain rex #rex #anakin and rex #day twenty four #frozen #time travel #rex time travel #friendship #rex is awesome #anakin is awesome #young anakin #the phantom menace #comfort

[heyitsme1040]

Comfortember 2023 Masterlist

Swing By (day 1 - safe) [tasm!spider-man]

Broken Radiators & Movies (day 2 - sweater weather) [s.r]

Bound to Meet (bonus 1 - books) [s.r]

Hello, Pumpkin (day 3 - leaves changing) [steddie]

Winter's Soldier (day 4 - warmth) [b.b]

Slice of the Universe (day 5 - treehouse) [e.m]

Study Date (day 6 - notes) [steddie]

Even Gods Get Sick (day 7 - sickness/illness) [l.l]

Understanding (day 8 - grief/mourning) [p.p]

Headspace (day 9 - aftermath) [s.r]

Suds and Scars (bonus 2 - baths) [s.h]

When It's All Too Much (day 10 - sadness) [l.l]

Comfort the Pain Away (day 11 - comfort show/movie) [p.p]

The Magic of Dreams (day 12 - dreams) [l.l]

You Smell Like Cookies (day 13 - baking) [s.r]

A Call Away (day 14 - late night phone calls) [p.p]

Teddy Barnes (day 15 - plushies) [b.b]

Coffee and Dates (day 16 - coffee/tea break) [s.r]

The Ring of Time (day 17 - heirloom) [s.r]

Not People (day 18 - cuddles) [l.l]

To Be Loved (day 19 - loved ones) [d.w]

Party Attire (day 20 - shopping) [a.h]

The Road Ahead (bonus 3 - travel) [d.w]

Here for You (day 21 - relapse) [d.w]

Late Night Tears (day 22 - cry) [s.h]

Battles and Bandages (day 23 - anxiety) [p.p]

Fort Cuddleston (day 24 - blankets) [d.w]

The Fall (day 25 - rain) [s.w]

Lost in the Crowd (day 26 - friends) [p.p]

Sassy Soup (day 27 - soup) [stucky]

Don't Drown Me Out (day 28 - flashbacks) [b.b]

Don't Want to Overstay (day 29 - sleepover) [e.m]

Love in the Air (bonus 4 - candles) [s.r]

To Finally Feel at Home (day 30 - the new normal) [s.h]

Green with Worry (bonus 5 - colors) [l.l]

#comfortember 2023 #marvel fanfiction #tasm peter x reader #steve rogers x you #spencer reid x reader #steddie #bucky barnes x reader #eddie munson x reader #loki x you #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #hotch x you #hotch x reader #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #stucky x reader

[talesofedo]

Day 24 - Goodbye letter

If you enjoy my art this Whumptober, you might also like to check out my past Whumptober and Comfortember art. 🥰

#whumptober2023 #no.24 #goodbye letter #oc #art

[ctrsara]

Let it Storm

It's a time of the year for MJ, and Peter has been gone nearly all week. Late-night, poor-reception phone calls are not doing the trick. He does his best to offer some comfort from afar.

Part of my @comfortember 2023 series, and probably set in the same universe as The Comforts of Home (in this same series) but set earlier in that timeline.

This story is a gift for @yes-i-am-happyaspie - You deserve all the comfort on your own "stormy days, friend!" <3

2023 Prompts: @comfortember 11 - Comfort Show/Movie, 14 - Late Night Phone Calls, 15 - Plushies, 18 - Cuddles, 25 - Rain. @flufftober : 8: Rainy Day 24: Melting Emoji Cozytober: The sound of rain, movies on a chilly day

#comfortember 2023 #11-Comfort Show/Movie #13-Late Night Phone Calls #15-Plushies #18-Cuddles #25-Rain #flufftober 2023 #Rainy Day #Melting Emoji #Cozytober #adult peter parker #peter parker #michelle jones #marvel mcu

[hopeintheashes]

Just a little soft fall fic. This one is from the Comfortember prompts cold, warm food, and falling asleep on someone. Some inspiration from the behind-the-scenes footage of an upcoming emergency with lots of rain, but this isn't meant to be set at any particular time. More prompts welcome through Thanksgiving (Nov. 24)! Feel free to use the Comfortember prompts or your own as long as they fit with the soft fall ficlets theme. Read it below or on AO3.

They spend four hours at the scene, and it rains the whole time. Pouring rain, like the climate gods forgot that L.A. is supposed to be a desert and sent in East Coast weather instead.

At least it keeps the warehouse fire from taking out the whole industrial district. That's something, at least.

Halfway through, someone hands him a protein bar and a bottle of water, and Eddie nods his thanks. Squints through the rain until he finds their truck again, and trudges over to sit down inside for a minute while another house takes the lead.

Buck's there, protein bar wrapper in hand, finishing the last of his water; dripping wet and shivering hard.

"You okay?"

Buck startles at his voice and tries to tamp down on the shaking. "Yeah! Yeah." He gestures outside. "I'd better get back out there." He tucks his wrapper and water bottle into his seat to throw out back at the station.

"Buck—"

But he's already gone.

They finally get back at ten p.m., soaked through and exhausted, and everyone has the same idea: shower, followed immediately by food. Bobby had put stew in the Crockpot (well, Crockpots, plural) earlier in the day and the whole place smells warm. Dry clothes and warm stew and some cider that Chim remembered they had in the fridge and heated up on the stove thaw everyone out, and pretty soon it's like they're having dinner at a normal hour, and like they haven't just spent the last four hours in the rain.

Except for Buck, who's huddled in his LAFD sweatshirt, picking at his food, not saying a word.

There's a round of silent conversation over his head that ends with Hen rolling her eyes: I'll do it.

"You're not eating." Not accusatory. Just matter-of-fact.

Buck blinks up at her, and back down at his food.

"It's good stew," Chim says, which is true, but Eddie's pretty sure that's not the issue here.

"Yeah," Buck says. It's a little shaky. "It is good stew. Thanks, Bobby."

"But?" Bobby prompts. It's gentle, but Buck still looks a little ashamed.

"Just not hungry, I guess."

That gets another round of very concerned looks.

"You. Not hungry." Hen frowns at him. "Are you sick?"

Buck shakes his head, but shivers once, hard.

Hen gestures at Eddie, who's sitting the closest, but he's already on it, pressing the backs of his fingers against Buck's cheek, and temple, and forehead. "Shit." He glances at the rest of the table, who are all looking at him expectantly, and then back at Buck. "You are freezing."

Everyone starts talking at once, and Buck sinks even lower into the hood of his sweatshirt, trying to escape it all. Eddie rubs his back through the fabric, trying to impart some warmth, and then nudges him to his feet when Chim makes a round-'em-up gesture and declares, "Okay, back to the showers with you."

"Just a sec—" Hen disappears, and reappears with the thermometer from the med kit. "Just want to make sure we're not in hypothermia territory, here."

They're not, thankfully. Buck mumbles something about this being an overreaction, but Eddie just walks him the rest of the way to the showers with his hand at the small of his back. Chim flips on the shower and they leave him with orders to not come back until he's actually warm.

It takes long enough that Eddie pokes his head in. "Still alive?"

"Yeah." Buck sounds tired, but with it. "Getting there."

"Think you'll be ready for some food?"

"God, yes."

Okay. He goes back out to the table. "We're good."

Bobby reheats Buck's stew and tops it off with more from the Crockpot, and Chim does the same with his cider, and Hen walks Buck from the showers to the lockers to the bunks, presumably to make sure that he's getting dressed warmly enough. Eddie's the one who points toward the couch when they return, and drapes a blanket over Buck when he sits down, and then, after some consideration, another, and then sits down beside him. Bobby and Chim set down the stew and cider on the coffee table, and everyone waits.

Buck looks up at them. "Are you guys going to stare at me the entire time I eat?"

Bobby and Hen and Chim all make oh, no, we weren't going to— sort of noises and back off, but Eddie stays where he is. When Buck raises his eyebrows at him, Eddie shrugs. "Someone's got to."

Buck grumbles, but eats his stew and drinks his cider and burrows into the blankets. Hen briefly appears to confirm that Buck has warmed up and eaten, and turns down the lights on her way to bed.

"Better?" Eddie asks, and Buck nods with a yawn. "Good. What do you think? Bed?"

Buck shakes his head, eyes closed, and yawns again, and lets himself tip sideways onto Eddie's shoulder. Eddie brushes a hand over his forehead— back to normal— and hums. "This is gonna fuck up your neck."

Buck doesn't reply.

They're going to have to get up at some point and actually go to bed, but Buck's warm against his side and it's been a long, long day.

"Okay," Eddie says, mostly to himself. He shifts around until he's comfortable, and pats Buck's leg through the blankets, and closes his eyes.

#911fic #911 fox #9-1-1 #by:hopeintheashes #soft fall prompts

[charmingwillow]

Feeling comfortable was foreign for Chrissy these days. But getting to be Eddie Munson's fake best friend? Those moments were like a sip of hot chocolate.

🍁

Written for Comfortember 2023; a fic made of daily prompts.

Rating: M

[Day 1: Safe] [Day 2: Sweater Weather] [Day 3: Changing Leaves][Day 4: Warmth] [Day 5: Books] [Day 6: Notes] [Day 7: Illness] [Day 8: Mourning] [Day 9: Aftermath] [Day 10: Sadness] [Day 11: Comfort Movie] [Day 12: Dreams] [Day 13: Baking] [Day 14: Late Night Calls] [Day 15: Colors] [Day 16: Hot Chocolate] [Day 17: Heirloom] [Day 18: Cuddles] [Day 19: Loved Ones] [Day 20: Shopping] [Day 21: Relapse] [Day 22: Cry] [Day 23: Anxiety] [Day 24: Blankets] [Day 25: Rain] [Day 26: Friends] [Day 27: Soup] [Day 28: Flashbacks] [Day 29: Sleepover] [Day 30: The New Normal]

#hellcheer #hellcheer fic #stranger things fic #my writing #comfortember 2023 #finished!