Join us in the 2025 12 Days of Christmas Challenge as we hope to spread a little ✨holiday joy and cheer✨ through the magic of writing fanfiction & creating art!
About & Rules
The challenge runs from December 13-24, 2025.
The challenge is open to any and all fandoms, including (but not limited to) RPF, x reader fics, OCs, original writing, etc.
The challenge is also open to all kinds of art: drawings, edits, aesthetics, mood boards, videos, podfics, fiber arts… go wild!
Submissions must include at least one of the prompts for that day, but can combine two or even all three.
Prompts for the day always include: a Movie AU, a scenario, and a word prompt. The prompted movie does not need to be used in its entirety - loosely inspired by or even just a selected scene is enough.
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Title
Day/Prompt(s)
Fandom/Character(s)/Ship
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Santa, Baby
Day 8 - “Prompt(s) for that day”
AEW - Adam Page x OC
Warnings: Alcohol, cursing, sexual situations (explicit)
Word Count: 7,290
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If you're posting on AO3, here's our collection: 12 Days of Christmas Collection
2025 Prompts
Day 1
❄️ It's a Wonderful Life AU
❄️ Decorating the House/Tree/Office
❄️ Blackout
Day 2
❄️ Christmas Carol AU
❄️ Last-Minute Shopping
❄️ Evergreen
Day 3
❄️ Frozen AU
❄️ Snowed In
❄️ Hot Chocolate
Day 4
❄️ Santa Clause AU
❄️ Sharing a Scarf
❄️ Candles/Lanterns
Day 5
❄️ Anastasia AU
❄️ Teaching Someone to Skate/Ski/other Winter Activities
❄️ Sleet
Day 6
❄️ The Holiday AU
❄️ "Borrowing" a Hoodie
❄️ Hibernating
Day 7
❄️ Love Actually AU
❄️ Baking Together
❄️ Celebration
Day 8
❄️ Last Christmas AU
❄️ Kissing under the Christmas Lights
❄️ Travel/Trip
Day 9
❄️ Christmas with the Kranks AU
❄️ Attending a Winter Ball/Party
❄️ Stocking/Present
Day 10
❄️ Three Wishes for Cinderella AU
❄️ Going on a Sleigh Ride
❄️ Blizzard
Day 11
❄️ Hallmark AU
❄️ Knitting Something Warm for Someone
❄️ Snowball fight
Day 12
❄️ AU of a Winter movie that is dear to your heart
❄️ Participating in a Winter-Themed Competition
❄️ Frost
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forced proximity with Stevie in the van where him and r have to get along during a crawl mission? 🥺
ty for requesting :D — the worst part about hating steve is that he loves how mean you are to him (enemies to lovers, grump!fem!reader, first kiss | 1.5k)
The WSQK van breaks down halfway through Crawl #6, and it feels like the universe is trying to punish you in some way.
You stew in your misplaced annoyance with your elbow propped on the car door and with your head in your hand, gritting your teeth every time Steve crunches into another Bopper. The crinkling of the plastic lights a newfound rage in your chest for a reason you can’t name. Actually, now that you think about it, everything about Steve enrages you so fiercely that it makes wildfires rush through your veins instead of blood.
You hate him so much that it’s turned you less than human.
“Can you stop chewing so loud?” you blurt when Steve takes another loud bite of the candy bar.
Your head whips around to glare at the boy slouching in the driver’s seat, set aglow by the amber headlights from the Jeep parked ahead of you, where an annoyed college girl regrets deciding to be a good Samaritan and offering to jumpstart your van.
Steve freezes, mid-crunch of the peanut butter bar. His chocolate eyes go wide as the thing wads in the pocket of his scruffy cheek. He bites down again, slowly, and only slightly less audible this time.
“You want some?” he offers through the mouthful. Brown crumbs fall from the package and onto the chest of his emerald sweater when he motions the thing in your direction.
You grimace and turn away again. “You’re disgusting…”
“They’re really good, actually…” he shrugs through smacking chews. His bushy brows scrunch into a puppy-like look of confusion a second later. “Wait. Why is it so quiet tonight? I feel like it’s not usually this quiet.”
“Dustin’s not here,” you answer in a monotone.
“Oh, yeah…” he hums with a slow nod, then crunches into another bite.
You roll your eyes and slouch further into the squeaking pleather passenger seat. You cross your arms over the chest of your sweater and prop your right foot on the dashboard. Your sneaker leaves a faint imprint there as you huff.
“Can you tell your girlfriend to hurry up, please?”
“I already told you— I didn’t date her, I dated her sister,” Steve corrects through a mouthful. “And you should seriously watch your tone, honey. You’re starting to sound jealous.”
“Jealous?” you scoff, turning to him with your jaw pressed to your shoulder. You laugh when he shrugs in response, gaze averted and pink lips jutted, like it’s obvious or something. “Believe it or not, not everyone is in love with you, Harrington.”
“No, not everyone…” he grins. “But still you.”
Something about the way he looks at you makes you fume. Something mischievous glitters in his melted chocolate eyes, like he can see right through you — like he knows something you don’t. It makes you put up a wall on instinct. It makes you hide, makes you mean.
“Oh, yeah. Because a washed-up radio host, whose greatest achievement is the time he almost won a basketball championship his junior year of high school, is so attractive to me,” you scoff a cynical laugh. “And on top of that, you’re not even a radio host. I mean, you’re barely even a co-host, all you do are sound effects— It’s honestly a little pathetic, when you think about it.”
When your eyes flit back to Steve, you find him smiling — pink lips curled and sitting lopsided, chocolate eyes all softened around the edges. “You know… If you keep being mean to me, honey, I might just start liking you back.”
Your face twists in disgust, though your chest swells at the nickname.
“You’re deplorable.”
“Whatever that means,” he laughs and tosses the remnants of the Bopper into his mouth. He balls the wrapper in his fist. The harsh crinkling fills the quiet van before he tosses it into the cupholder at his side.
You turn away with a roll of your eyes, and your gaze falls back to the young girl — now standing outside of her Jeep and shivering in the cold as she waits for Steve to notice her. You motion to her with a lazy hand. “Your girlfriend’s waiting on you, by the way.”
Steve flashes you a cheeky grin as he reaches for the door handle, “How much you wanna bet I’m coming back with her number?”
Your eyes narrow in a sardonic squint. “If you come back with her number, I’ll start being nice to you, how about that?”
“Aw, but I love when you’re mean—”
He flinches when you toss the empty wrapper back in his direction. It hits his shoulder and tumbles back into his seat when he slinks out of the van with a quiet laugh. You watch through the dirt-stained glass as he saunters towards the strange girl, with his golden hands propped on his lean hips and a crooked smirk on his mouth — always so effortlessly cool in his way.
You duck into the back of the van and slouch into the plush stool by the desk. You exhale a heavy sigh with the knowledge that you’ve certainly lost the signal during your not-so-brief pitstop. You slide the bulky headphones over your ears and reach for the wheel above you. The heavy antenna on top of the van squeaks softly when you turn it, searching for any sign of movement. The decibels remain at zero — Hopper is long gone by now.
Steve returns some minutes later, with a subtle frown on his face and a newly charged van battery. The car rocks slightly under his sudden weight when he ducks back inside. The door slams shut behind him and brings a rush of late-autumn chill in with it.
“Yeah, I didn’t get it,” he announces in a monotone and sticks the key into the ignition.
“The horror,” you deadpan.
The engine cranks for a moment, then sputters when it fails to come to life. Steve talks through a sharp jaw clenched in concentration. “Apparently, I did date her, turns out… Totally slipped my mind, though.”
“Of course it did.”
“But you’d think she’d still be at least a little interested, though, right?” he rambles to himself. “Considering I stood her up the last time we were supposed to go out— you know, back when I worked at Scoops.”
He twists the key once more. The dead engine continues to stutter.
“Right,” you scoff with your gaze still on the decibel reader before you. “Because it makes total sense for anyone to waste years of their life pining for some loser in a sailor’s outfit—”
“Shut up…” Steve grumbles, gritting his teeth when the engine fails to crank.
“—I mean, who wouldn’t fantasize about the weird guy at the mall who has to sling ice cream for a living because he was too much of a loser to get a real job at the firm his dad literally owns?”
“Shut up,” he bites.
The engine roars to life in that moment, but you barely even notice it.
“Because I, for one, wouldn’t be able to get my mind off the boy who was so much of a screw up that nepotism couldn’t even fix him—”
You only vaguely hear the sound of heavy footsteps against the rumbling van floor when you turn over your shoulder. Your heart lurches into your throat when you find Steve much closer than you’d expected — hunched over to keep from hitting his head as he stomps towards the back of the van.
His chiseled features are screwed into a sterner look than you’re used to. Something about it makes your chest ache when the boy towers over you, with one hand curled around the wheel on the ceiling and the other bracing itself on the desk at your side.
“I said shut up,” Steve spits through gritted teeth, moments before he leans down to press a searing kiss to your mouth.
The force of it leans your chair slightly backward and knocks your headphones askew. Your hands dart to keep them from falling down your neck as Steve’s tongue slots between your lips, in a deep and fleeting kiss that makes your mouths smack when he pulls too suddenly away.
His rosy lips curl into a crooked grin at the sight of you — eyes lidded and glassy, mouth swollen and shining with his spit. “Yeah, that shut you right up, didn’t it?”
“Jeez…” you murmur, face screwing. “You taste like that… peanut butter shit.”
“Oh. Yeah. It’s the— the Boppers…” He falters for a moment at the look of disgust on your face, then grins all over again when your tongue darts out to wet your mouth, tasting him further there. “It’s good, huh? I told you they were—”
“Shut up,” you grouse in a monotone, and reach for the collar of his emerald sweater.
You curl your fingers into the knit fabric and urge him closer, forcing him to his knees between your parted thighs and pulling him in for another kiss, full of tongue and teeth and spit.
You kiss him hard enough to bruise — even though he tastes like too-sweet peanut butter, even though you should probably be speeding off to find Hopper at this very moment, even though you hate him — and something about it feels like praying.
When a character doesn’t realize they’ve been, like, shot or whatever and they hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they’re just staring at it like wtf is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them. That’s good stuff.
I see that, and raise you a character who knows they’ve been shot, but waits until the rest of their crew is out of sight to put their hand against the slowly spreading stain of blood on their shirt, then trying to steady their breathing so they can follow without letting on how injured they are.
Okay but like the character who doesn’t realize they’ve been hurt trying to see if everyone else is okay only to slowly realize that everyone is looking at them with mounting horror. Then they touch their side to find it’s wet and oh no
Partial transformation - mummy rot is slowly turning you to sand, a near miss from a medusa left you with partially stoned body parts, etc.
Hypnotic suggestions from being mind controlled persist after the controller’s death, causing the victim to occasionally take actions to support the cause of a mind flayer cult that no longer exists.
Repeated demonic possession has left the patient with permanent gaps in their soul’s defenses, causing them to immediately get re-possessed if they go outside a consecrated area.
Post-resurrection trauma as the revived soul remembers an unpleasant afterlife.
Magical healing can get very weird if something is stuck in the wound. It’ll get you back on your feet, but you can get outcomes like “there’s a chunk of wood fused into your chest because the magic couldn’t figure out how to get the arrow out of your chest and just healed it in place,” and this can cause mobility issues or infection vectors down the line.
SHealth tied to something else - the health of a tree, the amount of frost on the ground, the inverse of another person’s, the political power of whoever cursed you
Curse of bad luck - makes any small illness or injury potentially fatal if not treated with anti-curse in addition to anti-infection procedures
Magical reliance on a magical or nonmagical substance - can have any number of side effects
Repeatedly being drunk by vampires can cause an increase in blood production and therefore high blood pressure and related ailments. Can be treated by blood letting.
There’s a lot of hybridization happening in a lot of fantasy settings, and that’s just asking for a lot of people with weird half-dragon genetic disorders. Works out fine for some people, not so much for others.
Parasitized by (insert creature here). If you don’t take the correct precautions to keep it dormant it will continue to spread and eventually hatch out/transform you.
Repeated contact with the undead has left you open to their influence - leading to hearing or seeing things that other mortals can’t, which can distort or distract from more mundane concerns.
Alternately to being more vulnerable to intrusion, one’s soul can form a scar that makes helpful magic more difficult to take in.
Sleep disorders that make one fall into an impenetrable sleep at a specific trigger, or to do so for years at a time.
Out of phase with 4D space, one’s body not connected to itself or anchored in place/time in the usual way. There could be a consistent two hour gap between the things you hear and what has happened, you might clip into the floor as if it was in a different place for you, or you might slide through the material plane in cross section.
Intermittent intangibility.
Split into two people, each with only half your traits.
Sensitivity to ambient magic - like the thing where peoples’ joints ache before a storm but for being near ley lines or people with a lot of magic built up or other magic reservoirs. - The potential for magic, but where the magic has not yet begun.
Heal spell dependency: years of repeated serious injuries being healed by magic causes the body to stop healing naturally. seen often in professional fighters and those with a long career in hazardous occupations.
the forgotten dread: memory modification magic has caused the subject’s conscious mind to forget some past trauma, but their subconscious still remembers, causing them emotions that they cannot explain or justify ranging from mild discomfort to blind panic when presented with triggers related to the aforementioned trauma. often encountered in cases where the subject has paid an unscrupulous mage to make them forget their past as an ill-advised alternative to therapy.
Psychically Transmitted Memories: the subject’s mind has been linked to another person’s and, although the bond has since been severed, they have retained memories or thought patterns from the other person that are difficult to distinguish from their own.
Negative Life Syndrome (previously “False Life Syndrome”): seen most often in cases when the subject is exposed to dark magic while in the womb, Negative Life Syndrome leaves the subject’s life energies tainted by undeath without making them truly undead. common symptoms include intolerance of radiant magic, aversion to sunlight, and the inability to set foot on hallowed ground; rare symptoms include healing from negative energies, sudden necrosis, and the desire to eat flesh or drink blood of living beings.
lycanthropy
Early Life Possessions: the subject was possessed by a spirit or demon during early childhood or infancy, and the possessing presence was in control of them when they learned important milestones, such as how to walk or speak. The subject is now dependant upon the possessing presence to help them perform these tasks or, in cases where the presence has since been exorcised, performs the relevant tasks at a level appropriate for an infant or small child.
Body requires nutrients not found in human food, and you must eat rocks, or gems, or some other alternative. You may or may not have the ability to actually digest these without magical assistance
Awareness of too many dimensions makes it difficult to interact with just this one - either to keep track of conversations, or walk to specific locations without ending up on another planet instead
Telekinetic psychosis - delusions tend to physically affect those around you (but HIGH chance for ableism in this one!)
you have flare-ups where your skin tends to slough off and be replaced by some other substance
After sharing life energy with a dying loved one, you’re now both trying to survive off one person’s supply. Like chronic fatigue, but if your loved one gets too big of a bruise you won’t have the energy to get up until it heals
living in reverse
stuck at a certain age
supersenses lead to constant overstimulation
you’re a changeling, and if you don’t have someone who loves you close by, you’ll turn back into sticks and mud
