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drarrily-we-row-along · 7 months

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July 17: Outdoors

(I did, in fact, start writing this in July, only to heartlessly abandon it after writing 4 paragraphs because I was a mess. So... enjoy it now? [insert shrug emoji])

Draco fucking loathed the heat.

He despised the summer, with the hot fucking sun and too few clouds. He hated the way his body felt, too hot, sticky, always wet, his clothes damp where they clung to his skin. It felt like the outdoors was boiling him in his own sweat.

And yes, he was sitting on the edge of the pool, his calves and feet in the cool water. And yes, he had worn his shortest pair of shorts, and his most light-weight button up shirt that he wore unbuttoned down to his naval, and his giant sun hat that shaded his skin and protected him from the sun (in addition to his strongest sun-blocking charms), and his huge sunglasses to keep him from glaring because of the sun (it didn't change his glaring because of his annoyance at the heat). And yes, he'd consumed more than his fair share of ice water and the long islands that his host kept on the table.

But it didn't change the fact that he was sticky, sweaty, hot and currently, more to the point, also fucking aroused.

Because Harry Potter didn't seem to have the same problems that Draco had in the heat. His bronze skin glistened with sweat and tanning oil; beads of water rolling down his pecks and abdomen, collecting in the hair on his chest and stomach when he emerged from the pool. Potter, instead of turning a hideously unattractive shade of red like Draco, only continued to grow more golden in the sun, painfully fucking beautiful. His swim trunks were indecently short, clinging to his muscular thighs and perfectly round arse, and leaving far too much of his skin on display.

It wasn't fair for Draco to have to be this hot and also attracted to someone. Attraction took up way too much space in his brain and body and he simply didn't have the energy for it in this heat.

“Draco, are you even listening to me?” Pansy snapped.

“No,” he replied honestly, as he took another long drink from the straw sticking out of his glass.

He didn’t have to be looking at her to know that she was rolling her eyes at him. “I will never understand your fascination with him.”

“Shut up,” he snapped. “You’re only attracted to women,” he said, then, “and I’m not fascinated with him,” he added as almost an after thought.

Before she could reply, Ginerva was interrupting them, sliding her soaking wet, bikini-clad body in between the two of them.

“Uggh,” he said, sliding away from her, “you’re soaking me.”

She looked over at him, that particular brand of Weasley mischief that Draco did his best to avoid, shining in her eyes.

“Whatever you are thinking, don’t you fucking dare,” he warned her.

But then both of her hands were on him, unceremoniously shoving him into the pool. And it wasn’t that Draco couldn’t swim, but he didn’t swim terribly well, and he hadn’t expected to be shoved into the pool in the first place, so the panic took over.

Strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him to the surface in spite of his flailing and choking. “I’ve got you,” the body holding his assured him.

And Draco recognized that voice, frankly, he was fairly certain that he could have simply recognized the body by touch alone; no need to hear or see or smell him. He wanted to tell him to just let him drown, let him slip back under and die because it would be better than living through this embarrassment, but he was still coughing and struggling to get a good breath, so none of the words quite came out right.

Potter carried him through the water and over to the steps. “Come on,” he said softly, guiding Draco out of the pool, “let’s head inside and get you some dry clothes.”

“Oooh!” Ginerva had the nerve to call out and Draco relegated her back down to his least favorite Weasley.

“Fuck off,” Potter called, flipping her a two fingered salute on their way in. "Are you alright?" he asked, all charming concern for Draco's well being.

“I’m fine,” Draco said, in spite of the way his throat was still burning and aching. “I should just go home.”

“Absolutely not,” Potter replied, leading him through the house and back toward what Draco could only assume was his bedroom.

And Draco had imagined Potter taking him back to his bedroom a thousand times but the circumstances had been very different in his imaginings. He'd imagined (fantasized) about Potter being so taken with him that he couldn't resist his charms; Potter calling him beautiful, sexy, unable to keep his hands off him.

Instead, Potter was treating him like a patient. In a decidedly unsexy way. He picked up his wand off the nightstand next to the bed, “I’m just going to cast a spell to clear any residual water from your lungs,” he informed him. The spell rattled through Draco as he moved his wand over his chest in a complicated pattern. “Then I’m going to stick pretty close by for the next couple of hours,” he said as he moved to the closet and started digging through for something for Draco to wear. “Best to monitor you.”

“I really don’t think that’s necessary.”

Potter turned to glare at him, “which one of us is the healer and which one of us is the wand maker?” He put his hands on his hips, “I wouldn’t argue with you about how to make a wand-”

“You would,” he interrupted. “You literally have.”

“You can either choose to be monitored by me or I’ll take you to St. Mungo’s myself,” he warned.

“You wouldn’t.”

Potter raised an eyebrow and crossed his stupidly buff arms over his stupidly broad chest, “try me.”

"Potter," he groaned.

"Don't Potter me," he said, apparently taking that for acquiescence and turning back to his closet. "Now, I think these swim shorts," he said, holding out a tiny pair of swim trunks with flamingos on them, "will work because they have a drawstring waist band. And this button up," he said, holding out a pink shirt that matched the flamingos, "will be best because it's lightweight and matches the vibe you're wearing now."

Draco accepted the clothes and carefully didn't point out that he could have just cast a spell to dry the clothes he was already wearing. The temptation to put on Harry's clothes was far too great. "Are you going to stand there and watch me dress, too?" he asked as he started to peel off his wet shirt. "Do I need monitoring so intensely?"

"No," Potter said, turning so quickly that he almost ran into the doorway. "Err," he said, stepping sideways and out of the door. "I'll just wait out here."

Once he stripped out of the wet clothes, he cast a quick spell to dry his body before putting on Harry's clothes. They didn't fit as well as his own did, certainly, Harry's chest and shoulders were far broader and Draco was quite a bit scrawnier than him, but they didn't look half bad. And more to the point, they were Harry's, so they smelled like him and even looking at them sent a thrill through the pit of Draco's stomach.

"Well," he said, stepping out of the room, "I suppose they'll do."

Harry, who'd been leaning against the wall, stumbled over nothing and nearly fell, choking on a cough as he stared wordlessly at Draco.

"What?" he asked self consciously, looking down at himself.

But Potter was trying to straighten himself, shaking his head. "Nothing," he said. Then he repeated himself, "Nothing."

"Right," Draco said, feeling a strange mix of self consciousness and attractiveness. He had the urge to flirt with the other man, just to see what would happen.

Potter turned and made his way toward the door, Draco followed and tried to decide what he could say or do to attract the other man's attention.

On their way back toward the pool, he saw it, the perfect excuse, dragging his feet just a bit, he let his toes catch on a tree root and let his body tip forward. "Oh!" he cried as he fell, "ouch! My ankle."

Potter was there in an instant, hands fluttering around Draco's sides, "what happened?"

"Oh, I tripped over the tree root and twisted my ankle," he said, holding his leg in the air and showing Potter. "It's probably the heat, I'm just feeling a little faint." He draped an arm over his head to demonstrate how faint he was feeling. He should have gone into acting, he thought ruefully, as Potter tittered over him, concern evident in each action.

Warm, competent hands reached for him, one taking gentle hold of his foot the other grasping his leg just above his ankle. "You're having a terrible go of it," he said, looking up at Draco with those guileless green eyes. "You're never going to want to come to one of my parties again."

Potter's magic washed through him, warm and bright, tingling around his ankle and Draco shivered with delightful anticipation.

"It doesn't seem like anything's broken," he said, "why don't we just go in and let you rest on the sofa." Without another word, he lifted him into his arms like Draco weighed nothing at all, and carried him inside once more.

"Thank you," he said, affecting a bit of helplessness in his voice. "I don't know what's the matter with me today."

"Probably the heat," Potter agreed, setting him down on the couch, rearranging the pillows to prop up Draco's leg. "Let me fetch you a glass of water. Are you in pain?" he asked as he moved toward the kitchen, "can I get you a potion for it?"

"Oh," he said, shaking his head, "I think I'll be fine in a few moments. You've been too kind already. I've been far too much trouble as it is," he demurred.

"Nonsense," Potter said, "You're no trouble at all." He carried the glass of water back to him and sat down on the sofa by Draco's hip.

Draco reached for the glass and took a long drink before letting his fingers skim over Potter's knee on the way to setting it on the table. On the way back, he casually brushed the back of his hand over the other man's thigh.

"Draco," Potter murmured.

"Yes, Potter?" he replied innocently before looking up and meeting his gaze.

The green of his eyes was burning bright and hot, and for just a moment, Draco couldn't breathe.

"Are you actually hurt or can I kiss you?" he asked.

In lieu of answering, Draco reached up and wrapped a hand around Potter's neck, pulling him down into a heated kiss.

A kiss that only got hotter and more desperate, escalating so quickly that before he knew what was happening Potter (and really, he thought wildly, he ought to start calling him Harry at this point) was climbing over him. He pressed him down onto the couch, straddling his hips, as his hands cupped Draco's face to angle it just right to deepen the kiss further. He let his hand stray down the muscular expanse of Potter's back toward his arse, fingertips just slipping below the waistband-

"Shit."

They both turned their heads in time to see that Neville and Blaise were standing in the doorway, gaping at the two of them.

"Sorry," Harry said, and Draco turned his head to find that Harry was looking at him with utter mortification.

And that simply wouldn't do. "Blaise," Draco said, staring straight into Harry's eyes, "be a dear and tell everyone that Potter's party is currently an outdoor only event and that he will no longer be available to attend to anyone's needs."

"Except your's apparently," Blaise said, smirk evident in his voice.

Harry buried his face in Draco's neck in a fit of shyness that Draco couldn't help but find adorable.

He smirked over at the other man, "except mine," he agreed. "Oh, and close the door on your way out."

The door clicked shut and Harry held out a hand, sending a wave of magic to lock it. He pulled back to look at Draco, "so what needs do you have that need attending to?" he asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Oh, come back here and I'm sure I can come up with something," he replied as he pulled the other man's body down and flush against his own.

And it proved that once Harry started, it was all too easy to continue giving him more needs to fulfill.

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#drarry #silly #crushes #draco has a crush on harry and it's entirely mutual #wearing each other's clothes #fluff #boys kissing #Ginny is trying to help them get it together #jumping back into those gentle July prompts... in September. bro.#my writing is a hot mess right now #excuse the mess while i get my shit together #coming out of writers block swinging i guess.

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sugarhog-au · 5 months

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last year's Shadouge week pieces. The first and currently only one I finished on time heheh...

#sugarhog au #sonic au #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #shadougeweek2022 #shadouge #shadougeweek #shopping #gender swap #baking #wearing each other's clothes #battling #punk-ish style swap #doing her hair #the love

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divinemissem13 · 6 months

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Aftermath

Angstober, day 28: Face the consequences / Flufftober, bonus prompt: wearing each others' clothes Fandom: Star Trek Voyager Ship: J/C AO3 link

Kathryn and Chakotay knew things wouldn't be easy when they return from New Earth. But they certainly didn't expect this.

Kathryn sat in her quarters, looking out at the stars. A cup of coffee was untouched on the window ledge and she leaned on one elbow next to it. She wasn’t going to drink it, but the bitter aroma was soothing nonetheless. She shivered in the cool recycled air and longed for the warm breezes of New Earth. And the warm arms.

The stars outside the ship were unfamiliar again for the first time in weeks. It was discouraging that just as she was beginning to accept that those stars over New Earth would be the last stars she’d ever see (they had even begun naming them and picking out constellations), she had been forced to adjust to new stars all over again. Was this the life she had to look forward to? Wandering blindly and alone through the vast, dark, and perilous Delta Quadrant?

Maybe not completely alone, she remembered, her free hand ghosting down the front of her shirt - one of Chakotay’s tunics that had mysteriously ended up in her quarters instead of his.

How could I have been so careless? she chided herself. To allow herself to fall for her first officer had been a mistake from the start. Even if they did remain on that planet for the rest of their lives, a million things could have gone wrong, could have broken them apart, and then she would have truly been alone. Stupid.

When they had been beamed directly to sickbay that morning, Kathryn assumed that would be the worst part of her day. Things could only get better from there, even incrementally. The virus was gone only seconds after the Doctor administered the hypospray to her neck, leaving her feeling shocked and just a little dizzy. The sharp pain which had nothing to do with the virus reigniting in her blood wouldn’t be defeated quite so easily, she knew. But it would dull with time.

Or so she thought. But then…

Kathryn’s thoughts were interrupted by the chime of her doorbell. There was only one person that could be - the person she most and least wanted to see.

Keep reading on AO3 (sorry this one's a bit long for tumblr!)

#flufftober 2023 #bonus prompt #angstober 2023 #wearing each other's clothes #day 28 #face the consequences #star trek voyager #kathryn janeway #chakotay #chakotay/janeway #post-episode: resolutions #fanfic #i wrote this #ao3 link

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a-risk-to-take · 1 year

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CG: THIS IS *NOT* WHAT I ENVISIONED WHEN WE DISCUSSED WEARING EACH OTHERS SIGNS. THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A ROMANTIC GESTURE NOT ANOTHER OF YOUR PANSHITTINGLY MORONIC “IRONIES” YOU—-

TG: yo yo yo yo babe shooosh

TG: it isnt like that ok

TG: the irony levels are negligible at best

TG: i mean you know that ironies meter never hits absolute zero not when it comes to striders

TG: its like

CG: DO NOT. START. MAKING SHITHIVE METAPHORS YOU THINKPAN ADDLED WRIGGLER.

TG: ok ok sorry

TG: im not playing around with the sign stuff im being hella solemn with this big ol 69 on my chest like when dirk sees it and says nice i don’t even say nice back

TG: you may not understand what a personal sacrifice that is but you gotta trust me when I say the gravity im bringing to this bitch is for real

TG: i just think crabs are cute ok

TG: can you look at these and honestly tell me they’re not cute

CG: …

CG: YEAH THEY’RE PRETTY CUTE

TG: ikr

CG: FUCK YOU ANYWAY

TG: anytime krabby babby

CG: I KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP NOOKBREATH

TG: wonk

#homestuck #davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #homestuck art #myart #crabapple #🦀#flash fiction #i guess!#that just kinda happened #wearing each other's clothes

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distant-screaming · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Midnight Series: Moonlight Chicken พระจันทร์มันไก่ | Moonlight Chicken (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Heart/Li Ming Loetphong Nueangna-uam Characters: Heart (Moonlight Chicken TV), Li Ming Loetphong Nueangna-uam Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Post-Canon, University, Mornings, Established Relationship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing Clothes Series: Part 3 of Flufftober 2023 Summary:

A morning with Heart and Li Ming, through the eyes of a very smitten boyfriend.

#writing to the void #flufftober2023 #mlc #moonlight chicken #heartliming #fic #fluff #day 3 #alt prompt #wearing each other's clothes

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416lottie · 1 year

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Color version of Day 6 of my Wolfwood x Milly 30 Day OTP Challenge. You can view the original line art here, or view the entire 30 Day OTP Challenge here.

#trigun #nicholas d. wolfwood #milly thompson #millywood #wolfwood x milly #otp #30 day otp challenge #wearing each other's clothes

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alidravana · 2 years

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Title: Walking Side to Side

Author: Alidravana

Fandom: Call of Duty (Modern Warfare)

Ship: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley/Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson

Length/Rating: ~2.2K, Explicit

Tags: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Lingerie, Self Confidence Issues, Shameless Smut, Panty Kink, Healthy Relationships

Summary:

Gary wasn't sure what had possessed him to root around in Simon's top drawer, there had been a perfectly acceptable pair of clean, grey boxers sitting right on top that probably would have fit him perfectly. But he had bypassed those, digging down to the bottom of the drawer when his fingers felt something other than the basic cotton that his boyfriend normally wore. It was a rougher feeling fabric, yet as Gary felt along the material, it then switched to a super soft but slippery feeling, and he simply had to pull them out for a closer look.

And now he was standing, looking down at a pair of deep red, lacy panties, sure that his cheeks matched the exact same shade.

My entry for Day 21 of the @flufftober: Wearing Each Other’s Clothes. Thanks to the wonderful @sugaredmayhem for editing!

Please enjoy reading (here on A03)!

#flufftober2022 #day1 #wearing each other's clothes #call of duty #modern warfare #ghost/roach #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #shameless smut #Is it hot in here?

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andithiel · 2 years

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Flufftober day 1

Oh my god I'm back again! I hope everyone is doing okay. I've mostly been trying to ease my way into writing again and when I saw the prompt list for @flufftober I got a bit of the old creative juices flowing. Today's prompt was "wearing each other's clothes". It's drarry, 131 words, no warnings except it's not beta read.

🧥

“What are you wearing?”

Harry stands frozen in the doorway, eyes glued to Draco sitting casually by the table. The only visible piece of clothing on him is Harry’s favourite jumper.

“Oh! Sorry, it’s laundry day, and I found this on your bed.” Draco turns another page of his magazine, unaffected. His knees rest against the side of the table, revealing long pale legs with, Harry realises with a jolt to his crotch, a dusting of golden fair hairs on them. “Did you need it?”

Harry swallows, decidedly not imagining Draco taking the jumper off.

“No, it’s, uh, it’s fine.”

“Thank you! I’ll leave it on your bed tomorrow!” Draco calls after him as Harry returns to his room to have a crisis over his newly discovered crush on his flatmate.

Hope you guys liked it! Don't know how active I'll be here, Tumblr is still a pretty weird place for me but I'd like to interact more with people if I get the headspace for it.

#flufftober2022 #day 1 #harry potter #drarry #oh my god they were roommates #wearing each other's clothes #andithielwrites

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em-writes-stuff · 7 months

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Flufftober + Whumptober day 6

prompts: sharing clothes (alt. 3) + "It should've been me"

1085 words

warnings: cursing, self-sacrifice, nearly being crushed to death

characters: emberly drewitt, nyks fyre, echo song

Emberly rolls over and opens her eyes. She shoots up, kicking the blanket off of her. “Evie?”

She lifts up Evangeline’s blanket and shakes her head, “No, no, no.” she lets go of the blanket and shakes Nyks awake. “Did you hear Evie leave? I can’t find her.”

Nyks blinks a few times and sits up. They rub their eyes and yawn, “I’m sure she’s just…she probably woke up early and went to the river or something. We can go look for her if you want.”

Emberly pulls Nyks to her feet and tosses them her cloak. “I want.”

Nyks pulls it over her head and tries to ignore Emberly’s smell enveloping her. “Let’s wake Echo up first, don’t want him waking up to an empty campsite. Why don’t you go check the river and see if she’s there, alright?”

Emberly nods anxiously and bites her cheek. “You’re probably right, I’m sure she left to let us sleep.”

Nyks smiles reassuringly and squats down to wake Echo up. They put a hand on its shoulder and he inhales sharply, rolling onto his back and opening his eyes. “What?”

She pulls her hand back and purses their lips, “Evangeline’s missing. Emberly went to check the river, but I don’t know if she’ll find her.”

“Because you let her sacrifice herself,” Echo says. He tilts his head and crosses his legs. “Right?”

“What? No, why would you think that?” Nyks stutters. “I would never let her do that.”

Echo scoffs and leans forward, “I wasn’t sleeping. Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” he says, noticing Nyks’ face quickly losing color. “It was the only way to get the compass.” he stands up and folds its blanket. “You did get the compass, didn’t you?”

“Of course I got the fucking compass,” they snap, holding it up to him. She waits until he looks away from it before pocketing it in the cloak’s pocket. “I’m not stupid.”

He stuffs the blanket into his bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Do you want to tell her? Or do we pretend like we’ll find her?”

Nyks puffs their cheeks and bobs her head, “I mean…is it a terrible thing to do if we keep it from her? Evangeline was her sister. Telling her that she left?”

“Don’t ask me to make it easier for you to keep it from her,” Echo says. “You let her leave, you decide.” he stomps out the fire and throws sand over the embers. “I’ll stick with whatever you tell her, but you have to stick to it too.”

Nyks kicks the ground and grumbles, “I hate you.”

Loud footsteps come their way and moments after hearing them, Emberly comes into sight. She stands with her hands on her knees, panting.

“I didn’t find her. Do you think she’s in any trouble? I mean, she’s run off before but never without any warning.” she stands up and paces around the clearing, “I just…don’t know what to do. She’s the worrier, not me.”

Nyks walks up to her and puts their hand on her shoulder, “Do you want to wait for today and see if she comes back?”

Emberly nods and takes a deep breath. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. Right?”

“She’ll show up,” Echo says as he awkwardly pats her shoulder.

“But you guys should head back to Nanefig. I know you need to get back, Nyks. I’ll be alright here.”

Echo glares at Nyks, trying to force her to stay with Emberly, but all they do is force a smile and pack her bag. “Are you sure?” she asks, “We can stay with you, at least an hour.”

Emberly nods and packs up her sleeping mat. “I’ll find a way to manage. If I can get my cloak back.”

Nyks blinks a few times before realizing that they’re still wearing her cloak. “Right,” she says, pulling it over her head. “Of course.”

The compass falls out of the pocket and Nyks rushes to pick it up. “Sorry about that, it’s just a little…keepsake.” She says, wrapping the leather strap around the gold. “It’s nothing.”

“Is that the compass?” Emberly asks. She reaches out to it and takes it from Nyks’ hand. “The compass we were going to wait to get because it was going to cost a life?”

Nyks keeps hold of the compass, gently keeping a tight grip on the small object. “It’s a compass, yes. But it’s my grandfather’s, passed down through my mother.”

“No,” Emberly says, inspecting the engraving on the compass. “This says ‘pick a foe to exchange in order to know where to go.’ You fucking traded my sister for this thing?” she shouts.

Around them, the plants start to shake. Flower buds close back up and branches pull away from the clearing.

“Emberly…” Echo says, backing out of the clearing. “Why don’t you take a few deep breaths?” He crosses his arms in front of him and shelters behind a tree. “I don’t want to tell you what to do, but some of these branches are already rotting.”

She ignores it. Advancing toward Nyks, she holds the compass out to them and drops it. “You fucking sacrificed my sister for this hunk of metal?” she shouts. “My fucking sister!”

A branch falls, barely avoiding Nyks. Echo squeaks and pulls further behind the tree. Nyks takes the compass from Emberly and tucks it into her inner shirt pocket.

“I had to do something to get it! This is the only thing that’s getting me out of Nanefig! The only thing that makes their deaths worth it.” she shouts back. “I didn’t make her do it, didn’t even ask her to. She told me she was dying and this would be her one good act.”

Emberly snaps back and the branches stop shaking. “What do you mean, dying?” she whispers. “She isn’t dying. She’s fine.”

Echo steps back into the clearing and clears its throat, “She wasn’t. Something was…tearing her apart from the inside out. Like…no matter what she did, she was dying. And there was nothing I could do to help.”

“I was going to do it,” Emberly says, still whispering. “It should’ve been me.”

Nyks and Echo share a glance and they stand in silence, waiting for Emberly to do something, waiting for her to do anything. But she stands there, staring at the freshly fallen branch in front of her.

She inhales sharply and nods, “We should head out, Nanefig is a few days away still.”

#flufftober2023 #whumptober2023 #flufftober #whumptober #it should've been me #wearing each other's clothes #echo song #emberly drewitt #nyks fyre #not to tag with ocs but #em writes #em writes stuff #my writing

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alright-anakin · 2 years

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Flufftober2022 Day One: Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

She missed him. By the Force, she missed him. Of course, Padmé always missed Anakin when he was away doing his part for the Republic, as she did hers. But lately, her heart seemed to ache more with the intense longing she felt to have him at her side again. With a sigh, she punched in the access code to her empty apartment and stepped inside. She flicked on the lights and dropped her bag on the floor by the door. She should get something to eat, but her thoughts were not on food. Instead, they lingered on Anakin, wondering what he was doing at this exact moment. The siege on Anaxes was taking longer than she had thought it would. She just wanted him home.

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garbria · 2 years

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Flufftober 2022 Day 1

My first entry for flufftober 2022! I’ll be writing short CorNyx snippets for flufftober this month.

Day 1 - Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

can be found on Ao3 here

Cor grimaced at himself in the mirror and tugged at the jacket. It wasn’t that dissimilar to the uniform he used to wear, but there was a reason he didn’t wear it anymore. The glaive uniform looked better on Nyx anyway.

Nyx whistled as he came in. “Looking good, love.”

Cor made a face. “Whatever you say.”

Nyx snickered. “Come here, let me put the finishing touches on.”

Cor turned around and got his first good look at Nyx’s outfit. “That’s not my jacket.”

Nyx preened, and did a little twirl. “I know people.”

Nyx was wearing an exact replica of Cor’s jacket, tailored to his measurements. It looked a lot better on him than it had ever looked on Cor, but then, Cor was a little biased.

Nyx blushed a little when he caught Cor’s look. “Regis heard what we were planning for the party, so he had this made for me. What do you think?”

Cor smirked and pulled Nyx in by the lapels. “It suits you,” he said into Nyx’s lips before kissing him.

Nyx huffed and pulled away after a second. “Now you know how I feel, seeing you in my uniform.” He ran his hands down Cor’s side.

“Now I know why you rarely button this up, it’s hot.” Cor couldn’t stop himself from running his fingers over the braids draped over the collar of the jacket.

“You are hot.” Nyx leered at him.

Cor tugged a braid in reproach. “You said something about finishing touches?”

“Yes.” Nyx held up what looked like some kind of pencil. “If you’re going dressed as me, you need the tattoos.”

“Is that allowed?”

Nyx smiled. “Of course it is. We’re engaged, you could get your own for real, if you wanted.”

Cor shook his head. He wasn’t ready to contemplate that.

“Until then, I’ve borrowed Crowe’s eyeliner to make an approximation. Come here.” Nyx held Cor’s chin, and tilted Cor’s head for better access.

Cor closed his eyes, and concentrated on the foreign feeling of pencil scratching on his face. He kept still while Nyx worked, just enjoying Nyx’s hands on him.

“There, all done.”

Cor opened his eyes to see Nyx looking at him, eyes dark.

“Seeing you like this is doing things to me.”

Cor smirked. “We’ll be late to the party, and you don’t want to disappoint the prince on his sixteenth birthday.”

“True.” Nyx leaned and kissed Cor, careful not to touch the makeup. “I guess I’ll just have to drag you into the bedroom after.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

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lemonlillybee · 2 years

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O is for October

Title: O is for October

@flufftober Prompt: Wearing Each Other’s Clothes

Summary: Peter, Ned and MJ swap (steal) fall attire

Word Count: 412

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“Is that my sweater?”

Peter leans forward in his desk, reaching in front of him to check the tag of the sweater MJ is wearing. She turns around, swatting his hand away and looking down at her chest.

“Maybe?”

“It is,” Ned says matter-of-factly. He pokes at a tiny hole in the sleeve above her elbow. “Peter ripped it right there when he ran into a locker last week.”

Peter scoffs at Ned, his mouth dropping over when he looks over at this friend. “Hey!”

“What, you did! Not my fault you’re like, weirdly clumsy for…you know.”

“No!” Peter sputters. “You’re wearing my scarf!”

“Oh.” Ned shrugs. “Yeah, I lost the one my lola bought me. She was not happy. She thinks I used my lunch money to buy this one as a replacement.”

“I swear we have this conversation every October,” MJ says.

The bell rings, signaling the end of the school day, and the air fills with shouts of joy and the buzz of weekend plans. Peter eyes the window, shivering at just the thought of the windy weather outside, and reaches into his backpack to pull out a scarf and a pair of mittens. He stops halfway in putting them on when he catches the look on his friends’ faces.

“What?”

“Dude!” Ned huffs. “I’ve been looking everywhere for that hat!”

Peter grins sheepishly. “This is my favorite hat, though.”

“And those are my mittens, dork,” MJ tells him.

“Well,” Peter says, drawing out the word while he tries to come up with a good excuse. “My hands are always cold and yours never are!”

“You should know, since you’re always trying to hold them,” MJ smirks, giggling when Peter blushes.

They finish packing up their things and make their way to the exit. The crisp fall air is chilly, and Peter shivers again when they step outside, face flushing slightly when MJ takes his mitten covered hand in hers. She lifts her arm up slightly and gestures to Peter’s hands.

“You can keep them. Burnt orange is really your color.”

“Mm, I think red and blue are more my colors,” Peter replies. “But thank you.”

“Uhh…speaking of red and blue…if I wear a certain knit pullover tomorrow, don’t ask me where I got it.” Ned feigns a guilty look. “Oops.”

Peter and MJ laugh, the sound echoing in the air. They begin to walk down the sidewalk, and Peter smiles.

“You guys can steal my sweaters any time.”

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kromabelle-art · 2 years

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Flufftober 2022 Day 1: wearing each other’s clothes

OCs: Luken Roth & Lilika Adler

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“Psssst, Luken.” A whisper came from beside him, startling Luken out of his mindless doodles while the teacher droned on about equations. He glanced over at Lilika, who grinned softly as soon as they made eye contact. Her hazel-green eyes always seemed to sparkle with amusement no matter what was going on around her, almost as if she were some kind of fairy, detached from human consequences. “Can I have your hoodie?”

“My hoodie?” Luken blinked. “But it’s mine.”

She let out an airy whispered laugh, reaching across the aisle in what appeared to be an attempt to grab at his sleeve.

“I’m cold.” She looked at him expectantly, still trying to steal the sweater while he was still in it. When Luken continued to resist, she dropped her arm and gave him the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen. This was unfair. No, it was more than unfair. This was psychological warfare. He stared her down, trying to resist giving in, but it was no easy feat.

Lilika was deceptively cute. Soft features, freckles splattered across her face, a short bob of soft brown hair that looked almost fluffy. She chose clothes he could imagine on a gardener who lived in a cottage. Her hands were frequently covered in paint or charcoal or dirt as she surrounded herself with plants and art and beautiful things. Add to that, she was about a year and a half younger than Luken, and seemed to know how to take advantage of how sweet and adorable she looked. Because that was the other thing. Lilika was the youngest in his calculus class—and consistently at the top of it. She had a spark of genius in her, more than Luken had, and used it to manipulate him.

Sighing, he pulled of the hoodie, and placed it in her expectant grabby hands. She slipped it on, pulled the hood up, and promptly put her head down on her desk for a nap. Luken decided to just let her be.

Before he knew which way was up, it had become a routine. Lilika would tug on his sleeve, or whisper his name, or even just lean in his direction, and he’d be pulling it off already, and watching her put it on with glee.

Don’t you think I deserve some kind of compensation?” He asked her one day, the hoodie already halfway over her head. She tugged it down and gave him a curious look, her head tilted ever so slightly.

“What kind of compensation?”

“Well, you’re always wearing my hoodie, it’s only fair if I wear something of yours, right?” It seemed to his sleep-deprived brain to be a good idea, but he’d forgotten about it by the time she showed up at his locker the next morning, holding something bulky, knit, and rose-colored in her hands.

“What’s this for?” he asked, gears refusing to move. She tilted her head at him again.

“You said you wanted to wear something of mine. It’s an oversized sweater I made a while ago. Figured it’s one of the few things from my wardrobe that’d fit you decently.”

He took it cautiously, noticing how Lilika stared at him expectantly until he pulled it on. Then she gave him a big grin and raced off down the hallway, calling out, “See you in calculus!”

Luken tried to ignore the sideways looks he got throughout the day, but then someone tried to comment on the large knitted flowers decorating his arms and torso, and he found himself snapping back, “Bet I’m way cozier than you are though” And he realized it was true. The sweater was very comfortable. He almost felt slighted when Lilika traded the sweaters back while they left school. She could’ve at least waited until they both got home. They lived right across from each other, after all.

She must have noticed he liked it, because the next week, she handed him a light, silvery gray sweater, and when he tried it on, it fit perfectly. She simply nodded in approval and pulled on his hoodie, not saying a single word the whole time.

This became the next routine. Swapping sweaters in first block calculus, and trading back as they walked home together. Even when their world was falling apart around them, they kept it up. Even when Luken learned to see the weave of magic around him, learned to see everything, and realized Lilika put the essence of life into everything she made, effectively protecting him any time he wore her sweaters. Even as Luken wondered what kind of benefit she sought from his hoodie when her own sweaters were properly magical. Until one morning, Lilika moved to hand him the newest sweater, and stopped short.

“Where’s your hoodie?”

“Oh,” he started, already feeling uncomfortable as the girl’s face turned sad. “I lost it. I’m sorry.”

“Oh…”

“I’ll get a replacement, okay? Promise.”

She nodded softly and handed over the knit sweater but kept staring at him even as he turned back to his classwork. He wasn’t sure how to tell her the truth. That he’d given it away freely, to another version of her he’d met as he was traveling through the timelines. It seemed a small request from the other-Lilika at first. But he’d seen her lose everything else and knew he couldn’t stay. He knew intuitively that it had meant everything to her, to give his hoodie, and that it would mean just as much to this Lilika—his Lilika, some small part of his mind offered. He didn’t know how to say this to her, but he had to wonder at the way she seemed to look right through him, which of them really saw more.

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