#fluffcember25

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

Summer Alternatives: Ice Cubes, Petrichlor, Hitchhiking, Rollercoaster, Molten Chocolate

As always: Feel free to send in asks!

It is finally December, which means it’s the holidays! and cold weather. Very cold weather.

The two of you strolled through the shopping district. It was bustling with people trying to snatch the Christmas sale, lights twinkling and hanging from the buildings, it was magical. While walking along the busy road, you were wearing your usual winter outfit— a cute cream colored coat with fuzzy faux fur lining, some heat tech clothes and stockings underneath, a cute miniskirt, ugg boots, and mittens. For some reason you had the urge to dress cutely this Christmas. 

Bakugo… He’s quite a warm guy due to his quirk which needs a lot of sweat in order for it to function right. 

So when he saw you wearing mittens, he felt a bit… jealous? angry? 

Why would you use mittens when your supposed to be “human heater” was right there? Well, it was good that you were wearing mittens but he couldn’t help but feel this way. And he hated the feeling so much. He cursed himself mentally as he held your covered hand, making sure you don’t get lost.

While walking around the shopping mall, trying to find each other gifts for this year, you stumbled upon couples. Of course the place would be crowded with couples, it’s the holidays. You could hear Bakugo muttering curses underneath his breath and you had to stifle a laugh.

Browsing through the shelves, Bakugo spotted something- or someone that just pissed him off so badly. 

“Put your hand in my jacket darling~” the couple cooed. Having no care in the world at all as they were publicly showing affection.

He could feel his face burning in anger and fumes coming out of his nostrils as he continued to glare at the now disturbed couple. 

You noticed it of course. Who wouldn’t when he was gripping your hand so hard?

“Jesus Bakugo! Loosen up a bit!” you winced as the grip got tighter, which snapped Bakugo back to reality. “Tch,” he sneered as he looked away. “This place is too loud, let’s just go.” he scowled before dragging your hand out of the crowded mall. You couldn’t help but look at him utterly confused. 

“Why are you acting like this? Did I do something wrong or did you see something bad?” you asked, anxiety slowly rising as he continued to drag you out of the bustling Shibuya. His jaw tightened as he finally stopped his movements. His head lowered before shifting his body to face you.

“Take your m….” he mumbled, too incoherent for you to understand what he was saying.

“Take my what?”

“I said take your m… off…” he mumbled again. Still incoherent for you to understand the last part of the sentence. You tilt your head, still confused and a little frustrated from his sudden tantrum. 

“What?”

“I said take your mittens off, damnit!” you huffed, arms crossed as he looked at the right, avoiding any eye contact with you. 

“Huh?” you looked at him astonished. Bakugo Katsuki asking you to take off your mittens? It was quite out of character for him to ask for something like a death wish. It’s the first time— and it was quite weird.

“DO YOU WANT ME TO FREEZE MY HANDS???” you looked at him in disbelief, still oblivious to what he meant. Till it finally clicked. It finally made sense.

A smirk rose from the corner of your mouth and couldn’t help but tease. “You want me to use you as a hand heater now?” she cooed, leaning a little closer, which made Bakugo flinch. You could tell he was getting more and more embarrassed from how red his ears were. 

“Shut it, you-!” he grumbled and roughly took your left hand. He took your mitten off and placed your hand on the pocket.

simon had never been the type to get involved in other people's business. that was until he met you, his neighbour.

 whenever he was on deployment, you took to checking his apartment, watering the few plants you insisted he keep alive and even allowing him to come home to a fridge filled with homemade meals prepped for at least a couple days, allowing him to settle back in.

so, when he noticed you struggle to carry something heavy, he helped you. when he watched you almost getting scammed by an electrician, he stepped in. and when a sudden coldfront hit in the middle of spring, the coldest the uk had been in decades, came out of nowhere, he waded through the snow.

because for all your care, he knew you were not the type to prep for these kinds of events.

his fist was heavy against your door and he leaned in. “it's simon. you home?”

it took a moment before the door opened and his eyebrows raised. you were wrapped up in many layers of clothing and still shivering. no wonder, your place was icy.

“your heating's out?” he deduced and watched you nod.

“thought i had 'til winter to fix it,” you explain between chattering teeth. “now the heating company can't get through the snow.”

“and you didn't think to call me?” when you just stare at him, shivering, he sighs. “c'mon, you can crash at mine.”

he helps you gather up your essentials and carries them over. almost immediately you wince when you enter his apartment. the warmth is almost burning on your cool skin.

he throws a towel at you. “take a shower, change. you can take the couch until your heating is fixed or the cold passes.”

while you dissappear in the shower, simon makes tea and sits in front of the tv.

“c'mon, lay down,” he coaxes you when you appear again. clothing had not been among your essentials, so you are now wearing his shirt and sweatpants that shrunk in the wash some time ago. “look tired.”

“couldn't sleep,” you admit and take the blanket he offers. “i was too scared i'd freeze and not wake up.”

his eyes narrow at that, as if the cold is a tangible threat he could fight off. “that won't happen here.”

he watches you as you pull your blanket over your shoulders and burry in his couch. it is old and worn out, which makes it easy to sink in.

“need anything else?” he asks quietly, and his thumb brushes your ankle before he adjusts the blanket to fully cover you.

“no.” you glance at him. “thanks, simon.”

he gives you something almost like a smile. almost. 

he doesn't reply, just moves to the kitchen and cleans up, since he wasn't exactly expecting company. when he is done and returns to the living room, your eyes have closed.

with a quiet sigh, simon sinks into the armchair. he watches you, curled up on his couch. looks like your bleeding heart is infectious.

“you gettin' soft, riley,” he murmurs to himself.

simon leans back and stares out at the snow, still falling from the skies and draping the city in a layer of muted silence.

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.