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.

If someone had told me back at Hogwarts that Draco Malfoy would one day be standing on my parents’ front porch, wearing a yellow scarf I knit for him, holding a carefully wrapped box of chocolates, and nervously shifting from foot to foot like a Victorian ghost about to faint… I would’ve laughed. 

But here he was. 

Draco Malfoy, ex-bad boy of Slytherin, reformed post-war wizard, and my incredibly anxious boyfriend. He tilted his head toward me, eyes slightly wide. 

“They won’t hex me, right?” 

“They’re Muggles.” I whispered back. 

“Right…” He nodded quickly. “They’ll just judge me…” 

I squeezed his hand. “They’re Hufflepuffs at heart. You’ll be okay.” 

“You say that, but I still think your Father wants to duel me.” He muttered. 

“He wants to ask you about gardening.” 

Draco blinked. “That’s worse.” 

I laughed, squeezed his arm, and knocked on the door. 

My family welcomed him in like winter warmth… loud, cheerful, and talkative. Mother hugged him. Father clapped his back, and my three little brothers swooped around asking questions like: 

“Do wizards actually ride brooms?” 

“Are robes itchy?” 

“Can you turn the cat purple?” 

Draco handled it with surprising grace, even if he looked mildly terrified half the time. He kept glancing at me, silently pleading Help, please, save me… Your family is so loud. But it was sweet. He tried, he really tried. He complimented Mum’s decorations. He let my little cousin sit in his lap and braid his hair even though he wore his nicest wizarding robes. He even offered to help set the table for dinner . Mother almost fainted from joy. 

Then came the eggnog. 

My family always made homemade eggnog, thick, creamy, rich, and loaded with nutmeg… and, in this household, absolutely spiked with a little holiday liquor. I set the mug in front of Draco, filled to the brim with snowy foam and cinnamon. He stared at it like it was a feral creature. 

“What is this?” He asked slowly. 

“Eggnog.” I said, suppressing a smile. “It’s a Muggle holiday drink.” 

“It contains eggs?” 

“Yes.” 

“And… nog?” He frowned. “What in Merlin’s name is nog?” 

I shrugged. “It’s festive.” 

He looked unconvinced. Father took a sip of his own mug and said, 

“Go on, son. Have a try.” 

Draco sat up straighter, suddenly very formal. “Of course, sir.” 

He lifted the mug. Sniffed it. Blinked. Then took a sip. His entire face transformed. 

At first: 

Shock.

Then: 

Confusion. 

Then… unbelievably: 

Delight. 

“Merlin’s beard!” Draco whispered. 

“Told you.” I said, nudging him. 

“This is… extraordinary.” He turned the mug, inspecting it with awe. 

“It’s creamy, and sweet, and… wait, there’s alcohol in this?” 

“A bit…” I said with a cheeky smirk. 

He took another longer sip. “It’s better than firewhisky.” 

Father beamed. “We have plenty more.” 

Draco whispered, almost reverently. “Please.” 

A few mugs later, Draco wasn’t drunk, exactly. Just… extremely cozy and extremely honest. He sat beside me on the sofa, cheeks flushed pink, one arm draped around my shoulders with absolutely no attempt to hide how in love he was. 

“This is my new favorite tradition.” He murmured into my hair. 

“Christmas?” 

“No.” He tightened his hold on his mug. “Eggnog.” 

I giggled. “You’re ridiculous.” 

“Mmm, but I’m your ridiculous, love.” 

Mother walked by at that exact moment, pretending not to overhear but definitely overhearing everything. Draco leaned his forehead against my temple. 

“You know… I never thought I’d feel comfortable in a Muggle home.” 

“And now look at you, you’re practically one of us!” I teased. 

Draco looked around the room. My family laughing, snow falling outside the window, twinkling lights glowing softly, and his expression softened in a way that made my chest ache. 

“I could get used to this…” He said quietly. “To normal. To peace. To you, Y/N.” 

My heart did a little somersault. He took another sip of eggnog, eyes dreamy. 

“But you must swear to me that this mysterious concoction is not enchanted.” 

“It’s not enchanted.” 

“A potion?” 

“No.” 

“A charm?” 

“No.” 

“A… ritual?” 

“Draco.” 

He sighed dramatically. “Fine, but it tastes magical.” 

Later, when all the lights were dim, and the house was peaceful, I found him outside on the porch, snowflakes drifting down around him, the cold air turning his breath into pale mist. He held another cup of eggnog, Mum had packaged him some ‘for later’, much to his joy. 

“You okay?” I asked softly. 

Draco’s eyes flickered to me, and he offered a smile that still startled me with its gentleness. 

“I am.” He said. “More than I ever expected to be.” 

I stepped into his arms, and he cradled my face in his chilled hands, his forehead resting against mine. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” He whispered. 

“For what?” 

“For showing me a world I never would have known.” 

My heart swelled. He kissed me slowly, snow catching in his silver-blind hair, his lips warm from the spiced drink. When he pulled back, he added: 

“And for introducing me to eggnog. The true magic of the season.” 

I laughed into his chest, and he held me closer, his scarf brushing my cheek. And in that quiet, snowy moment, with Draco Malfoy wrapped around me and the holiday lights glowing from the homes, I realized something… he fits with me. He fits here, in my world. And somehow… my world felt warmer for it.