Hello and welcome to the first year of Fluffuary! This is a prompt based event open to all fandoms! Created by two authors who couldn't find a fluff event for January so decided to make their own.
To reiterate, this is our first year running this event and first time either of us has ever run an event like this so please bear with us as we work out the kinks! Below the cut you'll find our rules, posting information, written prompts, and 10 alternative prompts! Thank you so much for checking us out and we hope to have a great fluffuary with you!
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How This Works (Rules/Posting Info):
This is a multifandom event for January because we couldnât find any others for this month! Youâre free to post for any fandom, ship, platonic pairing, or whatever else! No minimum or maximum word counts. The only restriction is the fic must be fluffy, and absolutely no generative A.I. usage.
Hurt/comfort is allowed, but with a focus on the comfort please. N/SFW both allowed, but be sure to tag properly. Minors please do not submit or interact with NSFW submissions.
Sexually explicit RPF involving real minors is not allowed.
Though this was made with the intention of being a writing challenge, all art forms are welcome! Writing, art, edits, whatever else!
We follow the classic fandom rule: Donât Like, Donât Read/Interact. We will not police what you choose to write about, as long as itâs fluffy and properly tagged. Harassment of any kind is not allowed, and if you are found harassing others you will be blocked and works removed from the Ao3 collection.
Our tag is #fluffuary2026 Please make sure you do NOT put a space between fluffuary and 2026 or we may not see your post. Use our hashtag and tag us for the best chance of us seeing your works and reblogging them.
Yes, we will be reblogging posts we see but please keep in mind we are only two people and may miss some. If a day or two has gone by without us reblogging your post, send an ask to our inbox with a link to the post please!
Last submissions are welcome but unfortunately, for the sake of organization, we will not be reblogging those works! Early submissions are welcome too!
You do not have to write for every single day! Write for one day, write for five days, or write for them all if you wish. Furthermore, you can bend and twist the prompts however you need â donât worry about if youâre getting too far off base. This event is for fun at the end of the day, participate however you want to.
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FLUFF-uary is a creation challenge designed to display all your sweetness and light for the whole month of February. There will be a prompt for each day and you can do as many as you like, in any combination or order.
Feel free to write, draw, edit photos/videosâŠwhatever you're inspired to create. Have fun, it's not a contest. You can join in for the whole month, do one or two, or even come up with your own. Do it at your own pace, even after February is over. There's no word or size limits or restrictions other than to keep it sweet (no whump, please â we're all about the comfort zone here).
When uploading your fluffs, please tag properly with the prompt, the tag fluffuary2026, and any other applicable tags (like genre, characters, any content warnings if you decide to go NSFW etc.) Any questions can be directed @ir0n-angel.
Theyâre calling it the worst snowstorm of the decade. To Mulder, it feels like heâs time-traveling back to Antarctica. Thereâs nothing but white outside of his motel room window. The heat went out a while ago and he canât stop shivering. Thereâs nothing to do and nowhere to go. Airports are closed and even if they werenât, their rental car is buried under so much snow that Mulder wouldnât be able to find it. In short: theyâre fucked.
They didnât take any chances; they listened to the weather forecast and stopped driving as soon as they found a motel with a vacancy. They got two rooms â Mulder wouldnât have minded sharing, but kept quiet when Scully asked for two â hot showers and hot food. Everything seemed fine. And then the heat went out.
His first thought was Scully. How she must be feeling in her own room without heat. He waited for her to come knock on his door, or at least text him. An hour later and no Scully. Mulder slips out of his improvised cocoon and reaches for his phone. No new messages. Should he be worried? What is he allowed to feel? Theyâre not just exes, after all. Theyâre partners. They never stopped being friends. Hell, itâs his job to make sure sheâs okay.
Are you as cold as I am?
He sends the text to Scully, hoping the internet still works. Mulder keeps staring at his phone, waiting for the dots to appear. The longer he stares at his message, the more he wonders if Scully is ignoring him by choice. If heâs honest, his text does read like heâs coming on to her.
Fuck.
Nothing happens. There are no dots, no anything. He gets out of bed, cursing under his breath at how cold the floor is. He pockets his phone, wraps the comforter around him and leaves his room. There is no one else in the hallway and heâs thankful for that. He knocks as quietly as he can and waits. Thereâs no noise on the other side of the door. Fear starts niggling at him. What if Scully is not well and sheâs all on her own? He knocks again, this time more forcefully.
âMulder?â There she is. The love of his life in a winter coat and a comforter that almost dwarfs her.
âI was worried,â he says. âI texted you and then you didnât open the door.â
âItâs 2 a.m.,â she says with a yawn.
âCan I come in?â Scully opens the door for him and he steps inside. Her room is just as cold as his and he tightens the comforter around him. He sees her teeth chatter as she faces him. The last 20 years fall off him and he sees a younger Scully standing in front of him, her ordeal written all over her body in bruises and frostbite.
âYou look like you have Antarctica flashbacks, too.â Heâs glad that sheâs the one voicing his thoughts.
âCouldnât sleep,â he admits. âWondered if you could.â
âI was trying.â Thereâs a certain kind of way she looks at him sometimes. Like right now. As if she were trying to figure something out. He doesnât remember when it started. Maybe after their breakup. A time in their lives he still doesnât like to think about.
âYou know what Iâm going to suggest.â It has been on his mind. And maybe, if heâs judging her expression correctly, itâs on her mind too. Warmth floods him for the first time in hours. âRemember what I said about sleeping bags once?â
âIt is an effective method to warm up,â she says.
âYouâre the doctor,â he replies with a smile while trying to stop his teeth from chattering.
âSkin to skin transfers the heat faster,â she says now as she puts the comforter back on her bed. She looks him up and down. What he sees on her face is something he knows well: itâs her youâre-wearing-too-many-clothes expression. âThe blankets will trap the heat. Itâs only logical.â Mulder just nods and sheds his clothes, not caring about folding them. They end up in a pile on the floor. All he wants is to crawl into bed with her. He still remembers how quickly she can get out of her clothes if sheâs determined. Right now, she is. So he only gets a glimpse of her naked body before sheâs back under the covers.
âGet in here,â she says, obviously shivering. He doesnât have to be told twice. Their bodies move on their own volition. She hisses when skin meets skin and he wraps his arms around her.
âYouâre like an ice block,â he says.
âThatâs why weâre doing this.â Mulder tries not to think too much about whatâs touching what. He feels her thighs against his. Her stomach. Her breasts. Itâs everything and everywhere. His breath catches. Heâs held her a million times and yet, it will never be enough. It has been too long. Way, way too long.
âYouâre warm,â she murmurs against his chest.
âSo are you.â Heâs stopped shivering and just holds her to him. His eyes flutter closed. He wishes they didnât need a snowstorm and a sub-zero motel room to do this. He wants to hold her every night, tell her how much he loves her, and be there for everything.
âIs this how you imagined it?â she asks him, her breath tickling his skin. âYour naked-in-a-sleeping-bag fantasy?â
âItâs not a sleeping bag, but I canât complain.â He kisses her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. Itâs just one of the ten thousand things he misses about her.
âI missed this.â Her voice is so soft that for a second, he wonders if sheâs really said it or if itâs just in his mind. But heâs always wanted to believe.
âI miss you every day,â he says anyway.
âMaybe next time we can do this without a snowstorm,â she says, kissing his chest.
âI would like that.â
No longer freezing, they fall asleep in each otherâs arms.
written for @ir0n-angel's fluffuary event // prompt: "outsider's observation" (day 22)
the pitt. michael robinavitch/dennis whitaker. 1.5k words. rated t.
read on ao3
Dana knows the signs.
It doesn't happen often, but occasionally enough that she knows what to look for â and she's good at looking, good at triaging a situation. So when Robby comes in, heaves his backpack off his shoulder, and winces slightly when he bends over to tuck it away beneath his workstation, she tries her best to keep her smirk to herself.
"Back acting up?"
"Been killing me since I woke up this morning," he says, straightening up with a pinch between his brows, one hand coming up to massage his obliques.
"Means you must've had a good night."
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Honestly, he wasnât expecting anything from her.
Baby was never really comfortable with physical touch to begin with. Being stuck in the demon world for so long, he gotten used to being closed off and reserved, kept everything to himself and acted as if he cared for nothing because demons had more important things to worry about.
So when Zoey placed her hand on top of his
He was definitely taken aback.
And he almost pulled away by instinct
ButâŠ
âŠsomething inside him refrained him from doing so.
Maybe it was her thumb gently brushing against his knuckles. He noticed her pale skin was smooth and soft compared to his purple patterned one, which was rough and dry.
Or the rings that adorned nearly every finger of hers, glistening like the stars in the night sky
Or even the scars that covered her hands, with some being light scratches while others were deep cuts, a reminder of every battle she fought.
Baby wanted to feel repulsed, he wanted to feel disgusted (believe me, he tried), because what kind of demon lets a hunter hold their hand?
What kind of demon lets a hunter see them at their weakest point?
But insteadâŠ
âŠhe felt something he never felt before.
He felt safe.
He intertwined his fingers with hers, clinging onto the warmth for it grounded him more than anything else.
And when he turn to look at her, his heart suddenly pulsed up.
Maybe it was the way the moon illuminated her face, the way it made her look like an angel, the way it made her eyes sparkle effortlessly.
Or maybe it was the soft hum that escaped her lips, the soothing tune carried out by the gentle breeze.
But when Zoey flashed him that beautiful smile of hers
