Alright. It is September again, which means we have three months left until Fluffcember. This should give you more than enough time to prepare - and I am going to post the lists (plural) for this year's challenge.
As you might notice: I learned from the entire "it is summer in the southern hemisphere" thing. And as such I decided it is only fair to just make two lists this year. One with winter-themed prompts as usual, and one with summer themed prompts. It is up to you which one you use, or whether you mix and match.
This does not mean necessarily that there will be no "Fluffcember in July" next year - I will probably make a poll about that in February.
As always: The rules and the prompts are under the cut!
Rules
This challenge is for any and all fandoms, as well as original fiction.
You can participate with fanfictions, fanart, but also graphics, gif collections and similar things.
You can mitch and match the summer and winter prompts as you like.
If you post your works on tumblr, please tag this account (@fluff-cember) and tag it as #fluffcember25, so that I can reblog it!
Also please make sure that if you post it here that you mention the fandom somewhere in the blog. (I want to reblog with fandom tags and I will just not know all fandoms from character names.) Mentioning the prompt would also be very welcome.
If you write something for the challenge, make sure that it is at least 100 words in length.
On Ao3 you can add your works into the collection. The collection will go online in November.
You can post entries belatedly for a day, but not early.
As always: The only fandoms I will not allow are RPF fandoms of people who are still alive or lived within the last 100 years. This very much includes KPop. Where I live the legal rules about this are iffy and I am not gonna risk that. You can of course write it, but such works will not be reblogged or be permitted in the collection. I am sorry about that.
The List
Day 1: Mittens | Swimsuit
Day 2: Caramel | Lemon Juice
Day 3: Spices | Barbeque
Day 4: Hail | Summer Rain
Day 5: Chocolate Chip Cookies | Ice Cream
Day 6: Ice Fishing | Canoe
Day 7: Polar Bear | Sea Gull
Day 8: Evergreen | Palms
Day 9: Fridgid | Sweating
Day 10: Mistletoe | Fan
Day 11: Glitter | Clear Sky
Day 12: Knitting | Chalk
Day 13: Board Games | Hiking
Day 14: Snowflake | Late Evening
Day 15: Fireplace | Beach
Day 16: Cold Snap | Heatwave
Day 17: Cabin Fever | Nature
Day 18: Sled | Water Fight
Day 19: Eggnog | Cold Beer
Day 20: Avalanche | Waves
Day 21: Penguins | Dolphins
Day 22: Solstice | Midnight Sun
Day 23: Ice Berg | Caves
Day 24: Last Minute Present | Family Reunion
Day 25: Winter Vacation | Road Trip
Day 26: Leftovers | Salad
Day 27: Cold Breeze | Stargazing
Day 28: Snow Melt | Thunder
Day 29: Jack Frost | Pranks
Day 30: Icicle | Waterfall
Day 31: Fireworks | Festival
Winter Alternatives: Sauna, Movie Night, Glacier, Childhood Memory, Coffee Shop
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Reader runs super warm, like warm enough to melt snow on their own in surprising quickness, so like living furnace warm. And because eels are cold blooded, when they hold hands in the snow they cause a bit of steam because of the snow clinging to their hands.
Ah, esteemed patron! Welcome!
You have placed a Fluffcember reservation for Day 28: Snow Melt, featuring Monsieur Floyd Leech.
The "flavor profile" here is exquisite. The biological contrast between a cold-blooded eel (who becomes lethargic and cold in winter) and a "living furnace" Reader? And the visual of steam rising from joined hands? That is top-tier sensory writing.
The kitchen has prepared this Manager's Specialty Pasta with a side of thermodynamics. We do hope this meal is to your satisfaction!
Serving: Snow Melt
"Ngh... it's freezing~."
Floyd Leech was miserable. He was draped over a park bench like a discarded wet towel, despite being bundled in a massive, puffy coat. His mood was as grey as the sky.
"I can't move," he whined, his voice dragging. "My fins are frozen. I'm gonna turn into an ice sculpture, Shrimpy. Then you'll be sorry. You'll have to carry me back to the Mirror."
"You're being dramatic, Floyd," you said, standing in front of him. You, in contrast, had your coat unzipped. You were radiating heat like a walking stove.
"Am not," he grumbled, burying his nose in his scarf. "Merfolk aren't built for this. It's a design flaw. I need a heater. Or a squeeze."
He reached out a gloved hand, wiggling his fingers demandingly. "Hand."
You smiled and pulled off your own glove. You didn't mind the cold; your circulation was aggressive. You reached out and took his gloved hand.
"Ew, no," Floyd complained, using his other hand to rip his glove off with his teeth. "Skin to skin. I need the good heat."
He grabbed your bare hand with his large, freezing cold one.
The reaction was immediate.
"Whoa," Floyd breathed, his eyes widening.
It wasn't just warm. It was hot. Your skin against his icy palm felt like he had touched a mug of coffee fresh from the microwave. The shock of it zinged up his arm, waking up his sluggish nerves.
"Shrimpy..." he murmured, staring at your joined hands. "You're burning up. Are you sick?"
"No," you laughed. "Just warm-blooded. Extremely warm-blooded."
A few snowflakes drifted down, landing on your joined hands.
Usually, snow would sit on Floyd’s skin for a long time before melting. But the moment the flakes touched the back of your hand—and the places where his cold fingers pressed into your hot skin—they didn't just melt.
They evaporated.
A tiny, faint wisp of white steam curled up from the space between your palms.
Floyd leaned in, fascinated. He watched another snowflake land, turn to water instantly, and then seem to sizzle into mist.
"Haaa~?" A wide, delighted grin split his face, his lethargy forgotten. "Look at that! You're steaming! You're actually steaming!"
He squeezed your hand tighter, interlacing his long, cold fingers with your hot ones, trying to absorb every joule of energy you were emitting.
"It feels... tingly," he purred, the sound vibrating in his chest. "Like holding a hot rock from the vent. Or a kettle."
He tugged you closer, wrapping his other arm around your waist and burying his freezing face into the crook of your neck (which made you yelp).
"Ahhh~," he sighed contentedly, practically melting against you. "That's the stuff. You're melting me, Shrimpy. Literally."
He looked up at you, his heterochromatic eyes half-lidded and happy.
"I'm not letting go until I stop seeing steam," he declared. "You're my personal heater now. Don't turn off."
A "dish" served with scientific wonder and leech-style clinginess! The kitchen is delighted to confirm this reservation.
Summary: Bob and you are best friends but what will happen if there is suddenly a mistletoe above you?
Word Count: 1140
Prompt: Mistletoe kisses
A/N: Thank you so much for sending me this request @mrs-elsie-barnes!! I loved writing it and I hope you like it! 💗
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From the moment you met Bob and especially since you all saved him in the void, you and Bob had a special connection. With every week that passed you got closer to each other, feeling safe in each other’s presence. You spend almost all your free time together. Whether it’s reading together, cooking together, watching movies while almost cuddling, going for walks or just being there for each other on the bad days.
While doing all these things together you started to have feelings for each other but you both were too nervous and afraid to talk to each other about it. Too afraid to ruin this special connection that you have.
But of course, the others noticed how close you are. Especially Yelena noticed how obviously in love you are and started to get a bit annoyed because you both wouldn’t talk about it.
So, Yelena needed to do something about it. You both finally need to confess your feelings for each other and because it was christmas season, she had the perfect plan.
Yelena knew that you and Bob will watch a movie after dinner, so when she knew that Bob and you were busy making dinner she sneaked to your room to hang up a mistletoe at the top of the door and because she wasn’t sure if you would go to your room or Bob’s room Yelena decided to also hang a mistletoe at his door as well. When Bucky saw her hanging the mistletoe on Bob’s door, he wasn’t sure if it’s a good idea. But Yelena was sure that you finally needed to confess your feelings.
It was late in the afternoon, and Bob and you were currently making dinner. While the meal was in the oven you sat by the table, your knee brushed his and a small smile appeared on Bob’s face. Bob hesitated but then slowly reached for your hand.
“Did you already decide what movie we’ll watch later?” You asked. A while ago you started to watch a movie together almost every day. You take turns on deciding what movie to watch and this time it’s his turn to choose. Bob smiled but shook his head.
“We could watch another Christmas movie but I’m not sure which one yet.” Bob said.
“That’s okay, you can decide later.” Bob nodded and smiled at you. He wanted to say something but then Yelena walked in.
“Hey you two.” She said and started to grin as she saw your intertwined hands. She sat down on a chair in front of you and you started to talk until dinner was ready. A bit later the meal was finished and you all had dinner together. The atmosphere was chaotic with everyone around the table, but it also felt like a family.
A bit later you all finished eating and you were helping Bob with the dishes.
“Goodnight you two, have a nice movie night.” Yelena said with a smirk and Bucky rolled his eyes while Ava started to grin. Alexei and John were confused and looked at Bucky who just shook his head.
“I’ll tell you later.” Bucky mumbled quietly.
“Thanks Lena.” You said and Bob nodded. You both made your way to your room and Bob leant over to you.
“That was a bit weird, right?” Bob said.
“Yeah.” You agreed.
A short time later you reached your room, and Bob opened the door for you, like always. But before you walked in you noticed a mistletoe hanging above you and Bob. You looked at Bob confused and he started to blush.
“Did you put that there?” You asked but he shook his head.
“No, you know I was with you the whole time.” He said and nervously scratched his neck.
“Oh, yeah that’s true.” You said with a chuckle and looked at the mistletoe again. Bob did the same and he couldn’t hide his smile anymore.
“Rules are rules, right?” Bob asked carefully not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
“Yeah, we really shouldn’t ignore the mistletoe rule.” Bob started to grin and made a step closer to you. Bob’s hand gently touched your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and his gaze met your lips but he hesitated for a moment and his eyes met yours again.
“You sure about this?” Bob asked because he didn’t want to do anything that you weren’t completely sure about.
“I’m more than sure.” You said with a smile and he nodded.
“Good.” He said and laid his hand on your waist to pull you closer. Then his hand was back on your cheeks again and his lips softly touched yours. The kiss was slow and soft but also so meaningful. After a moment you broke the kiss and smiled at each other. You reached for his hand, and he intertwined your hand with his and smiled.
“You have no idea for how long I wanted to do that.” Bob confessed and softly started to draw circles on the back of your hand.
“Yeah?” You said and Bob nodded. Bob gently guided you into your room and closed the door behind him.
“There is something I wanted to tell you for a while actually, but I always got so nervous because I didn’t want to ruin what we have.” You gently squeezed his hand encouraging him to continue and Bob smiled softly at that.
“I’m in love with you. I have been for a while now. At first, I tried to ignore it but every time you look at me with that beautiful smile, every time you snuggle closer to me during a movie night or when you have that cute thinking face or even when you get excited after winning at some stupid games my heart beats faster. You make me so much happier and I love you so much.” Bob rambled and your smile grew with every word that he said.
“I love you too Bob and I’m so glad that we found each other.” Bob softly kissed your cheek.
“Wait you really think that my thinking face is cute?” You asked and he chuckled.
“Everything about you is cute.” He said and you laid your hands around his neck again.
“You’re cute too, you know that?” You said softly and he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.
“Not as cute as you, darling.” Bob whispered into your ear.
“Can I have another kiss?” You asked softly and Bob grinned, already pulling you closer.
“I think I have to thank whoever put that mistletoe there.” Bob said and you giggled.
“Me too.” You both chuckled as you leant in for another kiss.
The next morning when you and Bob walked into the kitchen holding hands, bright smiles and well a hickey on your neck, Yelena knew that her plan worked.
Summary: you convince Damon to come to the Christmas market with you, like you did every year. But this year is different because now, he's your boyfriend and not just your best friend
Warnings: none (I guess)
Word count: 940
Author's note: I know I'm a few days late with this I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry that this is a little short but I didn't have too much idea for this. But I hope you will like it.
Author's note2: not proofread. Also English is not my first language so maybe there will be mistakes.
Author's note3: I didn't forgot about the Flufftober, Angstober and Kinktober lists. I'm gonna continue those too
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Finally, Christmas was coming. Your favorite time of the year. But this year's was even better than before. And the reason for that was Damon. After long years of loving him in silence and watching him getting together with other girls for centuries, you finally get him. Now, he wasn’t just your best friend. He was your boyfriend now.
Few months ago, when you confessed your love to him, that you loved him for years, you never thought he will say that he feels the same. You imagined thousands of outcomes that how he would react when you told him, but it never crossed your mind that he feels the same. He left you speechless for several minutes. But when his words finally registered in your brain, you couldn’t be happier.
This year, as you do every year, you dragged Damon with you to the Christmas market. And once again, it took you a lot of time to convince him to come with you, but at the end, he agreed. He always agreed to come with you, even if he hated it but at least it made you happy, and that was what mattered to him the most. That you're happy. Because he always wanted to make you happy, since the moment you two met. But now, that you're not just friends, that you're dating, he wanted to make you even happier. But of course, he would act like he hates doing some things because he would never admit that he only does it to make you happy. Like going to the Christmas market with you every year.
"Remind me again why do I have to come with you?" he asked as he walked alongside you towards the Christmas market.
"Because secretly, you love it too" you said and he shook his head.
"No, I don’t. I hate these. You just have a way to always convince me to come along. So once again, why did I even come?" he asked again.
"Because you wouldn’t want me to come alone. Aaand, you love me, so you come with me" you said and he just rolled his eyes at you because you were right but he didn't want to admit it but he didn't even have to.
You knew him too well. You spent hundreds of years with him, so by now you can read him like a book, just like he can read you like a book too.
"I don't understand why you love this Christmas markets so much. You drag me with you every year. And these are always the same. So why do you like it so much?" he asked.
"I don't know. I just love it. It's beautiful and normal, it makes me feel like a human and not a vampire" you answered and his eyes softened as he looked at you.
He knew how you feel, he knew that you missed being a human, sometimes he missed it too. But being a vampire wasn’t so bad. Or at least now he thought it wasn’t so bad that he got you. At least, like this he can be with you forever and this thought made him smile.
"What? What're you smiling at?" you asked when you saw his usual smile.
"Nothing. Let's go" he said as he wrapped his arm around you and you two made your way towards the Christmas market where you two were walking around for hours.
After walking around for hours and smelling different drinks and snacks, you wanted to get hot chocolate. So, you walked up to a market to get some.
"Do you want some too?" you asked as Damon stood next to you and you looked up at him, but he just shook his head.
"No, I'm good" he said.
You just shrugged then as you were about to pay, of course Damon had to compel the guy, so you get it for free.
"Seriously, Damon?" you asked as you grabbed the cup and started walking away with him.
"What? You think I would let you pay?" he shot back and you rolled your eyes as you took a sip from the hot chocolate.
"But did you really have to compel that poor guy?" you asked and took another sip.
"Yeah" Damon said simply then took the cup out of your hands and took a sip from your hot chocolate.
"Hey... that's mine. I asked if you want one and you said you don’t. So, give it back" you said and tried to take back your cup, but he held it out of your reach.
"Well, now I want your hot chocolate. Too bad for you" he said and drank the whole cup, and you looked at him in disbelief.
"Sometimes I hate you" you murmured aa folded your arms and glared at him.
"No, you don’t. You love me" he said smugly as he threw the empty cup away then grabbed your waist and pulled you against him.
Then leaned down and pressed his lips to yours and you can taste the chocolate on his lips. But when you wanted to deepen the kiss, he pulled back and looked down at you with his usual smirk.
"Let's get you another hot chocolate, baby" he said as he stepped back from you.
"You're doing this on purpose, right?" you asked.
"Doing what?" he asked like he didn't know what you're talking about, but he knew it very well.
"Playing with me. Teasing me" you said.
"Me? Playing with you? Teasing you? I would never do that, baby" he denied but you know exactly what he's doing and what he wants.
Summary: A rare quiet night in the Cullen house leaves just Carlisle and Y/N, wrapped in firelight, snowfall, and soft love. No chaos, no interruptions—just gentle kisses, shared memories, and the kind of peaceful intimacy that feels timeless, safe, and entirely theirs.
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The Cullen house was quiet. It didn’t happen often, rarely, but tonight every one of them had scattered for one reason or another. Bella and Edward had taken Renesmee to drop off presents with Charlie. Rosalie and Emmett were on a last-minute hunt in Canada (“For the good snow,” Emmett claimed). Jasper and Alice were Christmas shopping, which meant Alice dragged him out the door before he fully understood what was happening. And Esme was taking a late-night run through the forest. Which left only Carlisle and me.
The house was still decorated for Christmas, soft golden lights strung elegantly along the banisters, garlands draped over the mantle, and Esme’s favorite crystal ornaments catching the glow. Outside, snow fell steadily, blanketing the forest in white. It was the kind of night that felt suspended in time. Honestly? It felt perfect.
Carlisle had lit the fireplace even though neither of us needed the warmth, but I adored the glow, the crackling sound, the way it made nights like this feel human and soft. He did it for me, and I felt that love in every small action. I curled up on the couch with a blanket, more for texture than the heat. My legs stretched out, and I waited for him to finish adjusting one of Esme’s garlands that had tilted ever so slightly.
“You know, I’m pretty sure she won’t notice if one ornament is a centimeter to the left.” I teased.
Carlisle turned toward me with that gentle, amused smile that always made my chest flutter.
“Perhaps, but if we’re going to enjoy this evening alone, I’d prefer not to have her rearranging the room the moment she walks in.”
“Fair enough.” I laughed.
He crossed the room in a few steps and sat beside me, the couch dipping just slightly. His hand found my ankle first, warm and steady despite our vampire temperature, then slid up to my calf, a soothing touch that always grounded me.
“You look comfortable.” He murmured.
“Come make me more comfortable.” I said, tugging at his sleeve.
His quiet chuckle rumbled through his chest as he shifted, pulling me fully into his lap. My legs draped across his, my arms slipping around his neck. He wrapped an arm around my waist automatically, holding me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him.
“Better?” He asked softly.
“Much.”
The fire crackled, reflecting in his golden eyes. Tonight, he looked less like the eternally composed family patriarch and more like a man entirely in love, at peace, happy to just have a moment alone with his wife. I ran my fingers through his soft blonde hair.
“We never get the house to ourselves.” I said.
“I know.” He replied, brushing his thumb slowly along my hip. “I’ve missed this.”
“Just the two of us?”
He nodded. “Just the two of us. No interruptions, no chaos.” He smiled. “No Emmett trying to wrestle Jasper in the living room.”
I snorted. “Or Alice popping up behind me and saying, ‘Try this dress on, Y/N.’”
Carlisle laughed, his eyes softening with adoration. “Quite peaceful, isn’t it?”
“Perfect.” I whispered.
He leaned in and kissed me, slow and delicate, the kind of kiss that felt like it could last forever because neither of us needed to breathe. His lips were cool against mine, but the warmth of the fire made the contrast delicious. I deepened the kiss slightly, fingers curling into his hair, and he responded with a quiet sound in his throat, his other hand sliding up my back, holding me closer. When we finally parted, I stayed pressed against his forehead, smiling.
“You know what I miss most about the holidays when I was human?” I asked softly.
“What’s that?” He murmured, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Quiet nights like this. When everything slows down. When it feels… safe.”
Carlisle’s hand cupped my cheeks. “You are safe. Always.”
I leaned into his touch, letting the moment settle around us like falling snow. We talked quietly for what felt like hours. About his childhood Christmases, about mine, about the strange, sweet tradition of celebrating holidays as immortals. He told me stories I hadn’t heard before, like how he’d sneak cookies with his Mother, make snow lanterns with his father, and watch candlelight church services through forest windows. His voice was soft, warm, and soothing. I could listen to him talk for eternity.
Eventually, I shifted down, lying along the couch with my head resting on his chest, his arm wrapped around me. Even without a heartbeat, he was the calmest place in the world to lay my head. He traced slow circles on my shoulder.
“Y/N?” He whispered.
“Mhm?”
“I’m very glad you’re mine.”
I smiled into his shirt. “I’ve been yours since the moment I saw you.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, lingering there, breathing in my scent as if memorizing it all over again. The fire popped softly, snow continued to fall, and for the first time in a long time, the world outside didn’t matter. Because tonight was ours. Completely, wonderfully, and peacefully ours.
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it was the night of christmas and everything was perfect!
well almost perfect..
santa ate his cookies! , left presents , everyone was opening them and cherishing their gifts!
which dont get me wrong everything was going great you also enjoyed your presents
but it kinda hurt seeing some gifts have ‘from:nyen’ on them with someone else’s name by the ‘to’ sign
everyone had a gift from nyen BUT you
the person he was supposed to love most
you didn’t wanna seek ungrateful or mad! not on Christmas day!
you didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s day up either
and it was even worse because he appreciated his gifts from other people than yours !
you didn’t mean to seen possessive no! never!
it was just..he tossed your present to the side like it was nothing
and those gloves. those damn gloves!
the cozy gloves he claimed a friend got him. he had them on ALL day. would glare at anyone who told him to take it off.
your last straw was when he started ignoring the activities you wanted to do.
he was being an asshole on christmas and you wanted to know why!
-
you snatched nyen into your room. making sure the door stayed shut
“nyen what is your problem?!”
he tilted his head
“no idea what youre talking about.”
“NO IDEA? nyen you’ve been acting like a dick all day! tossing my present to the side like it meant nothing , avoiding and ignoring me , didnt bother getting me a gift and—“
you looked down at those DAMNED gloves on his hands
“and those gloves! you could appreciate some randoms gift but cant even look at mine?!”
nyen let out a chuckle.
what kind of insane person does that?
“do you take me as some kind of joke? if so you can throw away that stupid gift i gave you! a shame i even got one for you!”
nyen patiently waited for the green light that you were done talking. or waiting for him to actually START talking
“you never asked for your gift, didn’t think you’d want it”
baffled , stunned , astonished
even those words couldn’t describe how you felt
“well i want my gift nyen! right now!”
nyen lifted his hands in front of you. gesturing to take his gloves off. or the gift he received off
you looked up at him and hesitated to take them off
“nyen i swear if this is some sort of joke..”
his nails
2 were short
freshly and horribly polished but 2 were short
“what is this?”
“your gift”
what? nails were your gift?
“cutting your middle and index finger nail is my gift?”
“yes. spot on”
“what does this even do? it’s not even a gift?!”
“that’s why i have to show you!”
“yea uh-huh..”
-
“f—fuck right there nyen!”
this was the LAST thing you expected
laying flat on your back, legs on his shoulders , sweaty , and your boyfriend attacking your clit and hole
you were seeing stars. especially the star placed on top of the tree
“you seem to be enjoying this gift, yes?”
you couldn’t even respond to his statement like you usually could. only being capable of nodding barely that is
his 2 fingers pumped in and out of your aching hole over and over and didn’t seem like they were stopping anytime soon
and to make it even better his tongue was assaulting your clit hard
grazing over it every now and then to let’s say ‘get you back into the christmas spirit’
“n-nyen plesse dont—dont stop! close!”
you bucked your hips up repeatedly
you swore if you gripped the sheets any harder they’d tear
with the words running off your tongue he regret not cutting off his other nail.
the more the merrier anyways
you were gonna have to stick with this anyways
he sucked on your clit until he felt you jerk and let out a moan that to him was HIS type of caroling
he lapped up your juices like it was his last meal on earth
massaging your hip and continuing to clean you up with his tongue and his tongue only
thinking about it
not only what this your gift but this was his also
“We agreed a long time ago. We said we would not -" Caleb swallowed. “We would not bind each other to grief.”
Essek’s hands stilled fully then. He held Caleb’s right hand between his palms, warm now, sheltered.
“We agreed,” Essek said slowly, “when we were both still very proud. And very frightened. And,” he added, almost dryly, “not yet accustomed to each other’s stubbornness.”
Caleb’s mouth tightened. “Essek.”
Essek did not let him deflect.
"I do not view time as a ledger of fairness, Caleb Widogast."
Caleb felt the truth of that like a weight in his chest.
“You still do not need to stay,” Caleb said, and the words came out rougher than he wanted. “You do not need to -” He tried again, softer, as if gentleness could make it less of an offering. “You can move on. Later. When it is… when it is time.”
Essek’s eyebrows rose, faintly incredulous.
“You are dismissing me,” he said, with a calm that was not calm at all.
“I am giving you permission,” Caleb corrected, because that was what it felt like. A mercy. A release. A way to control the shape of loss before it arrived.
Essek’s grip tightened - barely, but enough that Caleb felt it.
“I did not ask for your permission,” Essek said.
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Years after the Mighty Nein have saved the world, Caleb Widogast finds himself afraid of something far quieter: the slow betrayal of his own hands, and the knowledge that his time will end long before Essek’s ever could.
Love, like knitting, is work done slowly.
As winter deepens and age makes itself known, Caleb Widogast tries to prepare himself to let go. Essek Thelyss stays anyway.
Fluffcember 2025 Prompt Fill | Day Twelve | Knitting
