#fluffcember day 17

[fanfics4all]

Moonlight

Request: Yes / No 

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Troy Otto x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 673

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): 

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It was early in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. Ever since the dead started walking it was hard for me to sleep. I knew we were safe, but my anxiety got bad sometimes, especially when I was alone. I got out of bed and put on Troy’s sweater that I had stolen. I put on my shoes and left my little house. The chill in the air nipped at my skin and I shivered a bit. Must be getting close to winter. I walked through the grass and took a deep breath of the fresh air. I was already starting to feel more relaxed. Everything around me was calming and peaceful, until a voice made me jump. 

“Y/N? What are you doing out here?” I opened my eyes and saw Troy standing in front of me. 

“Oh, just going for a walk. Couldn’t sleep.” I answered and Troy sighed. 

“You’re only wearing my sweater, you’ll freeze out here.” He said. 

“But I like the cold.” I said and he shook his head. 

“You’ll get sick, come here.” He said. I walked closer to him and he tucked he under his arm. 

“Better?” He asked and I blushed slightly. I nodded and he smiled. 

“Where were you going anyway?” He asked as we started walking. 

“That hill we used to hang out at as kids.” I answered and he smiled. 

“That is your favorite place, huh?” He asked and I nodded with a smile. 

“It’s away from everyone, it’s up high so you can see all around the area, and when the moon is out it’s perfectly bathed in moonlight.” I said and Troy smiled. 

“Don’t forget you can see the stars perfectly there too.” He said and my smile grew. 

Once we got to the top of the hill the view was just like how I remembered it. We could hear the sound of owls hooting and crickets chirping. It was almost like you could forget the dead were up and walking around. The two of us sat down and stared up at the sky. There were only a few clouds in the sky, but you could still see the bright stars which twinkled. 

“Hey Y/N?” Troy asked and I turned to face him. 

“Hmm?” I hummed. He lent forward and his lips were suddenly on mine. My eyes widened, but once I recovered from the shock, I kissed him back. Troy broke the kiss and leaned back with a small smirk. 

“T-Troy?” I asked. 

“You wanna be my girlfriend?” He asked and my eyes widened. 

“Are you serious?” I asked. 

“I’ve never been more serious about anything before in my life.” He answered and I couldn’t help but smile. I tackled him in a hug and giggled. 

“I love you, Troy.” I said and he chuckled. 

“I love you too. Have since we were kids.” He said and I looked up at him shocked. 

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” I asked and he shrugged. 

“I thought you were into Jake.” He said and I rolled my eyes at him. 

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you, Troy, I thought I was being pretty obvious…” I said and he laughed. 

“Jake always said you were into me, but I never believed him.” He said and I smacked his chest. 

“Maybe you should listen to your brother next time!” I said and he laughed. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He said and pecked my lips. 

“You better be.” I smiled. Troy held me in his arms as we watched the stars. My eyes started growing heavy and I snuggled closer to Troy. 

“Sleepy?” He asked and I nodded. He kissed the top of my head and lifted me up into his arms. 

“Let’s get you to bed then.” He said with a smile. 

“Troy?” I asked and he hummed in response. 

“Will you stay with me?” I asked. He looked down at me with a smile. 

“Always.” He said, making me smile and snuggle closer to his chest.

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[fluff-cember]

Fluffcember 2024

Heyho.

@alpaca-clouds here!

I was asked whether I would create Fluffcember as an official challenge this year, and I thought to myself: You know what? Why not?

Hence this blog - and a really early posting of the list.

Rules

This is a 1-month-challenge for fluffy fanworks.

All sorts of fanworks (art, writing, graphics) welcome.

We will however not accept any AI-Art or AI-Writing!

SFW and NSFW is both welcome - but please make sure to tag it accordingly.

Tag CWs if you share under this tag!

No minimum or maximum word count for writing!

We will reblog entries during the month of December!

If you have questions: The asks are open!

Full list of prompts under the cut.

Day 01: Roasted Marshmallows

Day 02: Winter Flu

Day 03: Snow Man

Day 04: Christmas Sweater

Day 05: Northern Lights

Day 06: Gingerbread House

Day 07: Condensed Breath

Day 08: Sparkling Snow

Day 09: Sugar Rush

Day 10: Carols

Day 11: Slippery

Day 12: Skiing

Day 13: Fire and Ice

Day 14: Winter Soup

Day 15: Naughty List

Day 16: Chocolate

Day 17: Snowed in

Day 18: Mistletoe

Day 19: Fondue

Day 20: Fairy Tales

Day 21: Cabin in the Snow

Day 22: Winter Storm

Day 23: Confessions

Day 24: Christmas Tree

Day 25: The Perfect Gift

Day 26: Forgiveness

Day 27: Family Gathering

Day 28: Cold Turkey

Day 29: Mint

Day 30: Warming Up

Day 31: Fireworks

Alternatives:

Hot Bath

Fallen Through The Ice

Holiday Decoration

Homecooked Meals

Coming Home

[alpaca-clouds]

My Fluffcember 2023 List

I am going to do another Fluffcember this year as well and if anyone is interested, you are obviously very welcome to join me. I will put down the list of the prompts under the cut.

As always: Free choice of fandom and the like!

Day 01: Stardust

Day 02: Mittens

Day 03: Candlelight

Day 04: Fallen through the Ice

Day 05: Family Supper

Day 06: Hibernation

Day 07: Tea and Coffee

Day 08: Sledding

Day 09: Ice Skating

Day 10: Hot Chocolate

Day 11: Sudden Snow Fall

Day 12: Marzipan

Day 13: Shooting Star

Day 14: Pine Trees

Day 15: Starry Sky

Day 16: Christmas Alone

Day 17: Children’s Laughter

Day 18: Rainy Winter

Day 19: Christmas Cake

Day 20: Polar Lights

Day 21: The Longest Night

Day 22: Hot Bath

Day 23: Frozen Solid

Day 24: Secrets and Gifts

Day 25: Cinnamon

Day 26: Fairy Lights

Day 27: In Front of the Fireplace

Day 28: Jingle Bells

Day 29: Blood in the Snow

Day 30: Nut Cracker

Day 31: Endings and New Beginnings

Bonus Prompts:

Candy Canes

Snowball Fight

Snuggled Up

Marshmallows

Cookies

[mac-lilly]

20 questions for writers

tagged by @1mnobodywhoareyou Thank you 🫶

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

10. But it feels weird to restrict this to AO3 because my first fanfiction home was fanfiktion.de back when I wrote in German. 34 there.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

AO3: 49,483

fanfiktion.de: 438,261

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Julie and the Phantoms currently. But I also wrote for Shokugeki no Soma, Yu-Gi-Oh! and One Piece.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Shokugeki no Fluffcember (Shokugeki no Soma) A collaboration with other authors

Of secrets and blindfolds (Shokugeki no Soma)

Strumming the Soul (JATP)

Like mother, like son (Shokugeki no Soma)

Beautiful (JATP)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to. But I tend to forget. And then I remember, feel guilty and ashamed and hide instead of doing it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Tbh, all the multi-chapter fics I've written so far (and actually finished) have rather angsty endings. Considering JATP, I'd say A Night to Remember series. It's not angsty, per se. But it's set in canon. Canon makes it angsty.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Strumming the soul, probably. Though, honestly, it's not really a complete fic. It was just an excerpt. @60sec400 fleshed it out and turned it into a full-fledged fic. Thank you, girlie!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

If I ever got hate on a fic, I forgot.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. But I can imply smut.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I once wrote a Yu-Gi-Oh! x Harry Potter crossover (in German).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I once translated my own fic to German. But no, not by another person.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I once participated in a collaboration. But all of us wrote independent one-shots. So that doesn't really count.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Juke hyperfixation, baby. 😎🤩

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

Show me how to be whole again - I wish I could finish it. But I totally lost motivation. And I'm now so eager to work on the Ghostwriter story. But there's a snippet that I really want to post one day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't think I have writing strengths. There's nothing I don't struggle with.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

English. Grammar. Spelling. Wording. Everything. 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Technically, I'm writing in another language all the time. 😅 Generally, it's fine. But personally, I'm only confident enough to include German. German!Alex 😂

19. First fandom you wrote for?

One Piece

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Too many.

It's been a whole, so I'm not sure who was tagged already. here are some no pressure tagsging @thedeathdeelers @thephantomchronicles @sovvannight @writerownstory

[icycoldninja]

-----🎄 FLUFFCEMBER 2023🎄------

Daily updates; mostly headcannnons and drabbles, fandoms for each piece listed in purple.

Day 1: Bad hair day (Sephiroth x Reader) Ff7

Day 2: Cooking together (Angeal x Reader) Ff7

Day 3: Cuddling by the fire (Reno x Reader) Ff7

Day 4: Chocobo farm (Cloud x Reader) Ff7

Day 5: Picnic (Dante x Reader) DMC

Day 6: Comfort (EC! Sephiroth x Reader) Ff7

Day 7: Fluff headcannons (Sephiroth x Reader) Ff7

Day 8: Dancing (Vergil x Reader) Dmc

Day 9: Morning Cuddles (Sephiroth x Reader) Ff7

Day 10: Fluff headcannons (Genesis x Reader) Ff7

Day 11: Fluff headcannons (Angeal x Reader) Ff7

Day 12: Fluff headcannons (Reno x Reader) Ff7

Day 13: Fluff headcannons (Kuja x Reader) Ff9

Day 14: Fluff headcannons (Vergil x Reader) DMC

Day 15: Fluff headcannons (Dante x Reader) DMC

Day 16: Fluff headcannons (Raiden x Reader) MG

Day 17: Fluff headcannons (V x Reader) DMC

Day 18: Fluff headcannons (Leon Kennedy x Reader) RE

Day 19: Stargazing (Kuja x Reader) Ff9

Day 20: Owning a cat headcannons (Soldier boys + Reno x reader) Ff7

Day 21: DIY Christmas Tree (Raiden x Reader) MG

Day 22: Surprise Present (Genesis x Reader) Ff7

Day 23: Fluff headcannons (Astarion x Reader) Bg3

Day 24: Spending Christmas with SO headcannons (1st class Soldier boys x Reader) Ff7

Day 25: Spending Christmas with SO headcannons (Sparda boys x Reader) Dmc

Day 26: Nighmare comfort (Angeal x Reader) Ff7

Day 27: Too much egg nog (Leon Kennedy x Reader) RE

Day 28: Snowman (V x Reader) Dmc

Day 29: I'll protect you (Astarion x Reader) Bg3

Day 30: Proposal (Vergil x Reader) Dmc

Day 31: Sick Day (Raiden x Reader) MG

[doodling-doodle]

Fluffcember 2023!

Day 17: Camping

Ghoap

Simon chuckled as Johnny started setting up their campsite, trying to get the tent and sleeping bags ready while Simon set up a firepit.

It was Johnny's idea to go camping for a few nights, and he couldn't say he disagreed. They took some food with them, but also planned to go hunting and fishing. It would just be a relaxing week.

“Johnny, you ready for a hike?” Simon asked when Johnny finished setting up the tent.

“Set! Just grabbing snacks.” Johnny said, getting out of the tent, smiling.

Simon chuckled, holding Johnny’s hand as they walked up the trail.

“So, what should we do for dinner?” Simon asked after a while.

“We have some salmon, don’t we? Why not cook that up?” Johnny replied.

“Sure… But we should Just sit here for a while. Watch the sunset…” 

Johnny chuckled, sitting down on the cliffside with Simon, holding his hands

“I’m glad we did this, Johnny.” Simon said, holding him closer.

“I’m glad, too… this is nice… we should do it more often.”

"We will..." He softly kissed Johnny's head, smiling and closing his eyes.

"Love you, Simon." Johnny whispered, leaning more on his shoulder.

"Love you too, Johnny."

They sat there until the sun went down, walking back in the falling snow.

[snow-system-wol]

Fluffcember Day 17, Indulgent

S'ria stretched and tried to remove himself from his very comfortable spot on the floor. Despite only looking half awake, he managed to at least sit up.

“I should really… I feel like I promised to help with something?” S'ria shook his head. “I think sitting through getting my ears pierced did a number on me, I'm oddly worn out.”

G'raha gently pushed S'ria back down to be reclining. “Then rest. ‘Tis literally your nameday, you are more than entitled to some time off. If there's something that truly needs doing, I shall take it on in your stead.”

S'ria gave him a look that was nearly a pout. “If I'm taking the rest of the day off, then you are too. I don't want you doing extra work for me.”

“But –”

“What's the point of lounging about if you can't enjoy it with someone else? Besides, I won't relax if I feel too guilty, you know that.”

G'raha rearranged his pillows and laid back down on his stomach. “Mm, I do indeed.” His tail lazily swished as he got comfortable. “Very well, we shall both rest.”

[nexttrickanvils]

Fluffcember Day 17: Moonlight (Requested by @spirit-of-creativity16)

Strongly inspired by the Lend Me Your Voice scene from Belle.

Also if you’re wondering about Dimitri’s eye, I personally headcanon that his right eye is still there, it’s just scarred and blinded hence it kind of looks like he’s not really looking at her.

[kosmosian-quills]

Fluffcember Day 5 - Gentle Touch

Something I wrote tonight, a day late for Fluffcember (hosted by @raiswanson, @siarven and @paper-shield-and-wooden-sword). I hope you enjoy!

“You were quiet at dinner, Irena.”

I look up from my book and find Anja stood in my open doorway. I carefully close the heavy paperback, and set it down on the table in front of me.

“Was I?” I asked with a smile, “I hadn’t noticed. What can I do for you?”

Anja raised an eyebrow at me, and closed the door quietly, before coming closer, taking a seat next to me at the table. My steaming hot, fresh pot of tea was freshly brewed, yet sat untouched in its pot. I think she had noticed this, pointing to it with one hand and asking “may I?”

I nodded, and she lifted up the pot, pouring the orange tinged liquid into the fine china I had on the table. Part of the tea set I had been provided with when I started here. It’s delicate, and in all honesty, I don’t like using it. It seems too foreign for me to use, and I would rather use the cup I brought from home.

I don’t want Anja to think me rude, so I say nothing. She simply pours the tea and pushes the cup towards me.

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

I nodded, keeping the smile on my face as I did so. “Of course I am, Anja. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I noticed you go quiet when Zofia mentioned her father’s job. Your smile wavered, and you didn’t look happy. Not completely happy, anyway.”

She noticed. I had hoped no one would. I thought I had gotten good in recent years at hiding what I think and feel, but I suppose not.

She’s right, though.

I didn’t have the chance to formulate any kind of answer because I she raised her hand.

“I don’t need to know, okay?” she looked right at me, “I don’t. I am not asking you to tell me something that clearly makes you upset. I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

I can see it in her eyes, she does care. There’s nothing pushy in her eyes, nothing pervasive that is ill intentioned. She really doesn’t seem to care about the specifics of my situation, yet she knew something was wrong with me about it.

“I’m fine, Anja, I promise. Thank you for checking on me though.” My smile is certainly genuine, even if her expression is still worried. Her eyebrows furrowed together, her lips slightly parted, almost like she is thinking on what to say next.

“Do you want to hear something interesting, Irena?” she asks, and I can feel her gently reach out and touch my hand, my hand that is rested on the table.

I’m surprised by the gesture, but I don’t want to be rude. It’s funny, she’s doing to me something similar to what I did with Matylda just the other day. She was feeling homesick, she had just written a letter home to her family (with a nice little something for her brother and sister) and was almost afraid to post it. I sat with her and talked, listened to her tell me about her little siblings. About how she drew something for them, so that they would send her back something from home.

She missed home, and I’m not surprised. I just hope I made her feel better, because Anja here has me worried. I don’t know why she’s doing this with me.

“There’s a reason not every single one of us is from the same demographic when being selected for this position,” she goes on to explain, looking me right in the eyes, “not only because having all five of us from similar backgrounds would be frightfully boring, but also because it’s to show the Princess, or Prince, that not everyone in the country had the same life and privileges as them. Some will have grown up with parents that work well-paying jobs, others will have single parents, others will have grown up impoverished through no fault of their own.”

Her hand is warm, her eyes comforting, her smile reassuring.

“Keeping the Prince, or Princess, grounded and humble is our job. To advise them when and if something they do or say is discriminatory or unfair in any way, because after all, the one that suffers the most to an important decision is the one at the bottom of the ladder.”

She has a point, certainly. It does make sense that things are this way, and I already knew of this, since that last statement of hers is quoted almost directly from what we were told after we were chosen.

That first part was certainly a take on things I was not consciously aware of.

“So no matter where we came from before, what we did, who we grew up with in our lives – we all have this same chance to make a difference. I didn’t want you to feel that having an unhappy circumstance made you any less worthy than the rest of us, because that is so far from the truth, Irena.”

I finally return her gentle gesture, making sure to grasp her wrist with my hand. “I understand, Anastazja. Of course. Thank you, for checking on me, I mean.”

“It’s not a problem, Irena. I just did not want you to feel out of place among us. I mean, we are all trying to settle in, but having us start off with such feelings is unnecessarily unhealthy.”

“Yes, I agree.” I nod. “It’s nice to know that we’re all the same here.”

She nods again, still holding my wrist as she rises to her feet. “Please, do drink your tea. I’ll leave you alone now. Sorry to have interrupted you…”

“I honestly appreciate it, Anja.” I get to my feet too, not wanting to be the one to break us apart. Not yet. “Thank you.”

[bright-eyes-strawberry-lies]

I didn’t tell anyone when I was doing the fluffcember prompts but I thought I would share my summerfest prompt list. My plan is to post in June.

1. First Day of Summer (Vacation)

2. Shaved Ice

3. Skinny Dipping

4. Sleeping Under The Stars

5. Family Barbecue

6. Sticky Kisses

7. Outdoor Concert

8. Sneaking Into The Theatre

9. Thunderstorm

10. Drinking Lemonade

11. Going To The Lake

12. Walking Around Barefoot

13. Chasing Fireflies

14. Roadtrip

15. Sharing The Porch Swing

16. Drive In Theatre

17. Tree Swings

18. Horseback Ride

19. Smashing Watermelons

20. Making S'mores

21. Fishing Trip

22. Mud Wrestling

23. Flower Crowns

24. Smoking Weed

25. Barn Party

26. Picking Strawberries

27. Sipping Honeysuckles

28. Pool Party

29. Picnic

30. Fireworks

[fanfics4all]

Can't Have Hot Chocolate Without Marshmallows!

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 17

Requests are open only if its CHRISTMAS/HOLIDAY/ WINTER related<3 Have a nice day/night

Tommy Kinkle x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 527

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): Marshmallows 

PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK, I WORK HARD ON MY FICS AND IT’S NOT COOL TO STEAL SOMEONE ELSE’S WORK! 

If you want to be on the tag list for anything (My series fics, specific character fics, or just all of them) All you have to do is send me an ask and I will add you! 

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(Not my photo, credit to whoever made it!)

The cold had come to Greendale and I was loving it. Everyone was bundled up in their warm clothes and Christmas movies were playing like non stop. This was my favorite time of the year, it just seemed so happy all the time. This time wasn’t normally a happy time for my boyfriend and his younger brother. Their dad was an alcoholic and he wasn’t the nicest person to them. 

The three of us were hanging out at their house and their father wasn’t home. He was either at work or possibly at a bar, who knows. Either way, the three of us were spending the day watching Christmas movies. 

“How about we make hot chocolate?” I asked before we started the next movie, The Polar Express. 

“Sounds good to me.” Tommy said with a smile. 

“I’m in.” Harvey said also with a smile. The three of us went to the kitchen and Tommy grabbed the hot chocolate. He started putting the powdered mix into the mugs and I noticed that there weren’t any marshmallows. 

“Whoa whoa whoa, wait.” I said before he started boiling the milk. 

“What?” Harvey asked confused. 

“There’s no marshmallows.” I said with a pout. 

“You have your hot chocolate with marshmallow?” Tommy asked confused and I stared at the brothers shocked. 

“Have you never had marshmallows in your hot chocolate?” I asked and they nodded. 

“You can’t have hot chocolate without marshmallows!” I said and Tommy smiled. 

“We don’t have any marshmallows.” Harvey said and I shook my head. 

“Unacceptable, Tommy, we’re going to get some!” I said and pulled my boyfriend out of his house. 

“Okay babe, hold on let me grab my keys.” He said grabbing them. 

“Harvey, we’ll be back in a little bit!” He called to his brother and we got in his car. We drove to the supermarket and rushed inside. 

“These ones!” I said grabbing a bag of mini marshmallows. 

“You sure you don’t want these and not the big ones?” Tommy asked. 

“The mini ones are the best for hot chocolate!” I said and he smiled. 

“Alright baby, then we’ll get those.” He said and we checked out. We drove back home and Harvey smiled as we walked in. 

“We got them!” I said in a sing-song voice. 

“You boys are in for a treat!” I added walking into the kitchen. I put the milk on the stove and the boys followed me inside. The milk was ready and I poured it into the mugs and mixed it in. I put some marshmallows in the mugs and topped it off with whipped cream.

“Enjoy the magic of Christmas!” I said handing the boys their mugs. We all saw down and I started the movie. The boys took a sip and smiled. 

“The marshmallows melted.” Harvey said and I nodded. 

“It makes it more creamy, I love it.” I said and they smiled. 

“It actually is a lot better than just hot chocolate.” Tommy said and wrapped and arm around my shoulder. The three of use continued watching movies and when the hot chocolate scene came one the three of us sang and danced to it.  

Tag list: @les-bio-lie​ @tashy-bear​ @xrosesareredx​ @ashwarren32​ @hollie-blogs​ @schisbro87​ @lover-of-books-and-teas​ @nerdygaloresposts​ @alex--awesome--22​ @teenwolfbitches2​ @genius2050​ @drw0301bieber​ @pharaoh-of-time-and-space​ @lady-of-lies​ @simonsbluee​

[crazyprincesscatlady]

Marshmallow

Fluffcember 2019  12/17/2019 Prompt 17 - Marshmallow

Mr. Love Queen’s Choice - Kiro

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He said he would be back in town today. He swore it. Yet here she was standing outside his studio with two cups of formerly hot chocolate waiting for him. And here he wasn’t. 

She stared at cups in her hand and sighed. Why should he be here? It’s not like she had told him she planned to surprise him. That’s not how surprises work. But she should have at least asked for his schedule. 

Taking one last look at the door she huffed leaving a puff of condensation in the air and started walking home.

She watched her feet in the snow. One foot in front of the other. She was trying her hardest not to be disappointed. She hadn’t seen him in over a month. She missed their silly chats and shenanigans. 

Kiro was exactly what she needed after the day she had. Minor had started a fire in the studio, Kiki managed to spill coffee on her, and on her way here Starbucks got her order wrong. She just wanted a fun night to take her mind off of everything that had happened and she blew it. 

She stopped watching her feet as she passed the subway entrance. She was only a block from home and the closer she got the more she wanted to cry. This day had not gone how it was supposed to. She was supposed to see Kiro and have a good day. Instead, she ended up standing in the cold for 45 minutes, her hot chocolate got cold, and Starbucks forgot the marshmallows! They forgot the fucking marshmallows. How do you forget the marshmallows?! She laughed. How sad was she? Crying over marshmallows and not seeing someone. Was she really this spoiled?

She used her sleeve to wipe her face as she rounded the final corner before her apartment building.

She heard him before she saw him. 

“Miss Chips, where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for you. I brought hot chocolate!” 

He was waving at her, a cup in his hand.  “I even got extra marshmallows!” 

She was beaming as she ran to him.

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This was written for a 31 day creative writing challenge Fluffcember 2019.

Starbucks got my order wrong today and that inspired this. Apologies for the poor proof reading that has been going on. 

Prompt List

My Master List

[alpaca-clouds]

My December Challenges Masterlist

Alright, tomorrow the last month of the year begins and with it there come a lot of fanfiction writing challenges. This is going to be my masterpost, in the hope that I will manage to update this every day and not forget about it halfway through.

I am very hungry right now - so I am going to write for three challenges. My own Fluffcember Challenge with 31 stories for a variety fandoms, @amonthofwhump's Winter Whumperland Chalenge with 12 Stories focusing on Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3 and @justporo's BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge with 12 stories focusing each on different characters from BG3.

Fluffcember will update daily (unless I am somehow prevented from updating). Winter Whumperland between the 1st and 23rd on the uneven days, BG3 Holidays between the 2nd and the 24th on the even days.

I obviously will also post about the stories when they update.

Masterlist under the cut!

Day 01

Fluffcember: Stardust Children Castlevania: Aria of Sorrow | Mina & Soma | 1100 Words

Winter Whumperland: His Shadow Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion-centric | Astarion/m!Tav | 2300 Words

Day 02

Fluffcember: An Unperfect Gift Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves | Ed & Kira & Holga | 1000 Words

BG Winter Holiday Challenge: The Best View In The City Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion/m!Tav | 2000 Words

Day 03

Fluffcember: Buona Notte SK8 THE INFINITY | Reki/Langa | 500 Words Winter Whumperland: His Punishment Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion-centric | 2000 Words

Day 04

Fluffcember: Russian Winters Yuuri!! On Ice | Victor/Yuuri | 1100 Words BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge: Memories of Childhood Baldur's Gate 3 | Karlach/Shadowheart/Wyll | 1000 Words

Day 05

Fluffcember: The Meaning of Family Castlevania: Nocturne | Richter & Maria & Tera | 1500 Words Winter Whumperland: His Past Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion & Original Female Charater | 2000 Words

Day 06

Fluffcember: Winter Days Baldur's Gate 3 | Halsin & Scratch | 1200 Words BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge: Reflections in the Moonlight Baldur's Gate 3 | Aylin/Isobel | 1100 Words

Day 07

Fluffcember: Caffeine Addiction Digimon Tamers | Yamaki/Reika | 1000 Words

Winter Whumperland: His Guilt Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion/Original Female Character | 2100 Words

Day 08

Fluffcember: A First Time For Everything Castlevania | Trevor & Adopted Kids | 1300 Words

BG Winter Holiday Challenge: Children's Laughter Baldur's Gate 3 | Halsin & Tiefling Orphans | 1000 Words

Day 09

Fluffcember: On Thin Ice Baldur's Gate 3 | Karlach/Shadowheart/Wyll | 1100 Words

Winter Whumperland: His Responsibility Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion/m!Tav | 2100 Words

Day 10

Fluffcember: Like Family Ojamajo Doremi | Majo Rika & Doremi | 1600 Words

BG Winter Holiday Challenge: Cheesy Noodles Baldur's Gate 3 | Tav & Enver Gortash | 3200 Words

Day 11

Fluffcember: Cold Nights Blue Eye Samurai | Ringo & Taigen | 1000 Words

Winter Whumperland: His Ghosts Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion/m!Tav | 2000 Words

Day 12

Fluffcember: Sweet Treats Castlevania | Hector & Striga | 1600 Words

BG Winter Holiday Challenge: Midwinter Princess Baldur's Gate 3 | Karlach/Wyll | 1100 Words

Day 13

Fluffcember: A Promise of Change Castlevania: Nocturne | Olrox/Dead Lover | 1000 Words

Winter Whumperland: His Wounds Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion/m!Tav | 2200 Words

Day 14

Fluffcember: The Scent of the Forest Arcane | Jayce/Viktor | 1100 Words

BG Winter Holiday Challenge: Sparkling Wine and Honeyed Berries Baldur's Gate 3 | Karlach/Shadowheart | 1200 Words

Day 15

Fluffcember: Home Again Baldur's Gate 3 | Alfira/Lakrissa | 1200 Words

Winter Whumperland: His Fault Baldur's Gate 3 | Cazador/Astarion | CW: Noncon | 2500 Words

Day 16

Fluffcember: The Meaning of Christmas Stray Gods: The Roleplaying Musical | Grace/Persephone | 1100 Words

BG Winter Holiday Challenge: Simril Nights Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion/m!Tav | Tav & OCs | ~4000 Words

Day 17

Fluffcember: Child's Play Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion & Tiefling Orphans | 2100 Words

Winter Whumperland: His Leash Baldur's Gate 3 | Incubi/Astarion | CW: Noncon | 4000 Words

Day 18

Fluffcember | BG3 Winter Holidays

Day 19

Fluffcember | Winter Whumperland

Day 20

Fluffcember | BG3 Winter Holidays

Day 21

Fluffcember | Winter Whumperland

Day 22

Fluffcember | BG3 Winter Holidays

Day 23

Fluffcember | Winter Whumperland

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[urbanteeth]

Fluffcember 2019

Hosted by: @paper-shield-and-wooden-sword @siarven @raiswanson

Notes: ay I’m lowkey late in this but! It’s here and it’s done! Some angst but it’s in general v Soft and uhh I’m actually pretty proud of it!

Character: Oliver West

Word Count: 1193

Boats & Birds // Gregory And The Hawk

The cold wind nipped at Oliver’s nose and cheeks and frosted his breath as it left his body in a deep sigh of contentment. Hands tucked into his pockets, he strolled down the sidewalk under a sky still existing in the liminal blue of twilight. Autumn still crowned the trees in gold and crimson but hints of snow powdered days tip-toed in on cloudy white paws, lengthening the dark of night bit by bit as season slipped away. Already, lights twinkled from windows and wrapped around mailboxes. The air of festivity smelled like burning wood smoke trailing lazily from chimneys, hummed quietly in bursts of dizzying excitement as sleepy families stirred from their warm beds. The holidays brought as much chaos as they did rest and the job always tasted so much more bitter in the winter.

Becoming jaded, detaching himself from the job, was not a shield he wanted to raise. But sometimes, sometimes, the pavement stained red too deeply and the final, terrible, anguished plea stared back from eyes too much like glass and the gut-wrenching cries of the unfortunate first to get the news haunted his mind when the silence was too void-like black, consuming. Sometimes, he welcomed the tiny seed of misanthropy that settled roots in his chest.

But always, Oliver never wanted to cultivate it. He couldn’t bring himself to peacefully coexist with the weed that sprung from those tiny roots. Oh, it would be easy, so easy, to let it grow as it would. And yet, he’d seen too many hollow eyes, some living with hardly a distinction from the dead, to know better, to grow instead an active fear of the yawning, hungry void.

So, when the days shortened and the cold winds descended from the mountains, howling their lonesome despair, and the job began to look a little meaner, he’d do a little gardening of the soul.

Weaving his way around an army of potted plants, herbs, a handful of fruit trees, he felt the warmth wrapping the tiny house before he even pushed open the door made rough from paint chipping off in big, coral pink flakes.

Immediately, arms pulled him close and squeezed, Korean permeated with joy filling his ears, tugging an ear to ear grin from his lips.

“Hi, momma,” he said with a laugh, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

She gathered his hands in her own, placing hers over his to defrost his fingers. He stooped a little lower for her to press a kiss against his forehead. “Oh, let me look at you!” She cupped his face, her hands rough and calloused but oh so warm against his skin, taking in his smile, cheeks red from the cold. “Just as I thought,” she said gravely, patting his cheeks. “Handsome as ever. Let’s get you warmed up.”

“Aw, you know I learned from the best.” He followed her to the small table pushed up against one of the big windows overviewing the town’s massive mirror-like lake. Oliver settled into one of the chairs, his mother disappearing back into the kitchen and reappearing with two steaming mugs of fragrant tea. She pushed one in his direction before taking a sip from her own.

“Talk to me, Ollie. What’s wrong?”

Oliver looped his fingers around the mug’s handle and cradled it in his hands, breathing in the spicy scent of ginger. “What do you mean?” He tilted his head, careful to keep his tone light and cheery.

His mother sat across from him and set her mug to the side, hands folding together, her joy at seeing him diminishing into a soft worry playing over her features. “Oh come on, Ollie! What kind of mother would I be if I didn’t know when something was bothering my son?”

He set the mug down, hesitant, half-torn. For a moment he imagined letting the ugliness in his chest spill like blood. But he couldn’t do that to her, his loving momma who he knew worried deeply about him every time he was called out to a scene, who would stay up with him without ever asking why, who both cried with him when he found himself falling, falling, falling and helped him pick the pieces off the floor.Tough as she was, he wouldn’t allow it to plague her as it did him. “I...I can’t really talk about it.”

But he knew from the way his hurt reflected in her eyes that she knew. He didn’t have to say it. “Does it have to do with your work?”

Silence grew and stretched between them and Oliver found himself staring at his hands, unsure at how to fill it. “It’s just…” he began, then stopped. How could he begin to give the ugliness a name when he himself barely recognized the inner workings? “It hurts, momma,” he finally breathed, unable to keep the quiver out of his voice, “to know people can– can do… all of that.”

“Oh, Ollie.” She slipped his hand in between hers, squeezing gently. And in a moment as quick and sharp as a snap of someone’s fingers, he was 17 again, sitting at the same table, his mother running a thumb softly over bruised knuckles. He traced the wood grain with his eyes. If he looked at her, he’d be truly in danger of crying.

“How can people do such horrible things?”

She sighed. “Oh...I wish I could have an answer for that, Oliver. Some people simply choose to be cruel.” She paused and ran her thumb over his knuckles. “But, here’s what I do know. You, sweetheart? You and that big heart of yours? The world thrives because of people like you.”

“Do you...do you think so?” He swallowed around the lump forming in his throat.

“I might not have a fancy college degree, but this I know to be true. Every day you choose not to be cruel is a day you have already won. Don’t ever let anyone tell you this heart of yours doesn’t make a difference, my son.”

He blinked, vision blurring from watery tears threatening to come spilling forward. He cleared his throat, wrestling back the tears, the corners of his mouth upturning into a smile instead. “Thank you.”

She gave his hand a final pat before releasing him. “Well? Are you hungry?”

“Oh, man. For your cooking? Always.”

“Think you can handle making an egg this time, hmm?” Her eyes glittered with an amused light.

He scoffed, sniffing and wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “I’m hurt. I’m the Gordon Ramsey of cooking eggs.”

Together, they fell into routine, every step and every breath and every quip and laugh weaving into a blanket of familiar comfort. The ease of being together, their work one born from love, the feeling of finally, finally coming home bloomed like summer in his chest. Outside, a low, rising sun gilded the sky in peach and gold and pink.

“I love you, momma.”

“I love you too, Ollie.”

And sometimes, the world was simply that: a bowl of rice, the scent of cooking meat, and eggs cracked and sizzling in a pan, all while outside, the day began anew.

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Leaf pile

168 words, from the universe of A superhero story

Fluffcember, day 17

Asa had not exactly proven a devoted housekeeper since they had moved in together. Sure, ey did eir share of chores, but ey wasn’t enthusiastic to do more than strictly necessary.

So when Stella came home from grocery shopping, he was surprised to find em diligently raking the leaves in their towel-size front garden into a neat pile.

Ey looked up, dropped the rake and hopped up to him when ey heard the garden door. “Hey.” Ey kissed him on the cheek and took the shopping bag. That was the kind of enthusiasm he had come to expect from em.

“Hi… you surprise me.” Putting an arm around em, he nodded at the leaf pile.

“Yeah, I was thinking, it’ll be a good shelter for animals and stuff in the winter.” Ey beamed up at him and stole another kiss, on the lips this time.

Stella returned it before grinning down at em. “Something tells me you weren’t thinking of hedgehogs, right?”

Asa chuckled. “Not just of hedgehogs.”

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Fluffcember Day 17: Child's Play [Baldur's Gate 3]

Today for Fluffcember we are gonna have a story for Baldur's Gate 3 again. The prompt was Children's Laughter - and I really wanted to write about the Tiefling kids.

Child's Play

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Relationship: Astarion & Tiefling Kids Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort & Missing Scene

Astarion cannot believe that Tav is going to let those darn kids get away with stealing from him.

You can find a complete overview over my December Challenges here.