Tuesday - Winter

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Good Morning, afternoon or what time it is for you. I’m sagaluthien, and is your guest host for this week. It will be great to do it again.

My second theme will be Winter. In the hope for some of us it is for say good bye to it and for the other half greeting the season. Matter what for you it is to set your choose of fandom and characters into the season.

Please don’t forget to remember following the rules!
+ No more than five prompts in a row
+ No more than three prompts from a fandom
+ No spoilers until a week after publication/air-date
+ If your prompt is filled then feel free to leave another.


Please use the following format to make things easier for our codemonkeys (second set is for crossovers):
Supernatural, Dean/Sam, icy roads
Twilight, Jacob/Bella, snow angels

SPN/Gilmore Girls, Dean/Dean Forester, hot chocolate spiked with scotch
Author’s choice/Avatar (2009), Author’s choice, different world, different season


(Tag=winter)

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Supernatural, Dean/Sam, icy roads

Just you and me

[tigerist.livejournal.com]

It wasn’t exactly a blizzard, but it was close; close enough for the authorities to advise people out of the roads and for people to actually listen. Apart from them, of course; Impala was on the road despite the weather, Dean confident both of his driving skills and his Baby’s ability to get them safely to Bobby’s regardless of ice on the roads and snow clouding their vision.

If anyone asked him, Sam would say he loved such weather. Snowflakes were swirling in the air, illuminated by pale moonlight, their number so great they were creating an almost solid white curtain moved around by the wind, and it felt almost magical, looking at them and watching their dance. It always made him remember all those hours he had spend on the Impala’s backseat as a kid, leaning against Dean, both of them covered with a blanket, Dad driving them through the snow. Dean would tell him stories about snow creatures, and Sam would look outside the windows, convinced the creatures were right there, trying to reach to them with their snowy hands, and he would laugh, knowing that he was safe with Dean at his side.

He still had that sense of calm and contentment whenever they were on the road in such a weather, the Impala eating mile after mile, Metallica blasting through the speakers, Dean humming next to him, the snow outside feeling like a blanket shielding them from the rest of the world. It was warm inside, the space filled with familiar smells and sounds, and he felt safe, he felt happy, he felt as if that night the whole world belonged just to the two of them. On such nights the world seemed younger, graceful, beautiful even, everything covered with a coat of snow, the edges smoothed out, the dirt hidden, forgotten. Everything seemed pure, innocent, and it was hard to believe that somewhere there, in the darkness, something was waiting for the ability to hurt and kill.

On such nights the evil seemed far away, and Sam let himself forget about it, focusing on Dean, the sound of his voice, the soft hum of Impala’s engine, the road unwinding in front of them.

He didn’t need anything more.

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

Twilight, Jacob/Bella, snow angels

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

The snow muffles everything to the point that it's almost quieter than if there had been no sound at all. For a moment Bella forgets where she is and whom she's with.

She hears Jacob's voice as if from far away. He seems concerned, but she smiles to let him know she's perfectly alright. She raises her arms in a reverse swan dive and lets herself fall backwards into the snow. Jacob's face appears upside down above her, and it's still worried, so she dares to break the beautiful silence and speaks.

"It's a snow angel, Jacob," she explains "Nothing sinister, just a bit of winter fun. Look." She sits up and pulls him down, so their wings will just barely touch. "Now wave your arms and legs so we can both fly away from here."

He smiles and complies with her request and it's not long before they're both laughing and breathless. He helps her up so there are no footprints in the angel she made. She clings tightly to his chest and marvels at how warm he is, even when it's this cold.

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

SPN/Gilmore Girls, Dean/Dean Forester, hot chocolate spiked with scotch

Filled: Careless and problem-free, that's not the life for me (I)

[raindropfloss.livejournal.com]

(Warning: fucked time lines. And I've also forgotten a lot about Dean Forrester other than the fact he's a total sweetheart when he's not being jealous of Jess. Also, it probably sucks?)



"Your name's Dean?" he asks, eyes squinted, and then he nods. Bound to happen.

With a nervous smile, Dean says, "Yeah? Is that a problem?" He's spinning his mug of hot chocolate on the counter in Luke's, and now he's thinking about throwing down a couple bucks and leaving.

Laughing, his shoulders tighten beneath his leather jacket. "Might be if we got hammered and ended up thinking we were each other."

Dean's eyebrows furrow for a second before he huffs out a short laugh, then faces forward. "We're in a diner though."

"Rrright." Sobering up, he says, "I'm not on my usual schedule here." The other guy nods but it;s still a round of awkward silence he hears afterward. For a second he thinks of leaving. But, "It's just that my name's Dean, too. So if we were smashed and someone came lookin' for you ... It was-it was just a joke."

"Yeah." The other guy offers him a small smile before fake-laughing again, humoring Dean.

"Jesus," Dean whispers to himself, looking to the other side of him.

"I try not to drink much..." Dean says beside him, calling his attention again. At least when Dean looks back at him, he seems more relaxed.

He pulls a flask from his pocket and dumps a shot of scotch into his cooling cocoa. "That a fact?" he asks, tipping it Dean's way.

Dean shakes his head as he says, "Yeah," a shocked wideness to his eyes. "Is that good?" he asks when Dean takes a sip and hardly looks bothered.

"Oh yeah." He nods his head. "Want some, it's yours, buddy." Dean takes another drink and then waves down the guy in the baseball cap. "Okay. I've decided what kind of pie I want."

"We only have one," Luke says, interrupting him. Luke's Dean raises his brows, smirk on his face, when Luke casts him a glance.

"But your sign says -"

"I know. I've been busy," Luke says, wiping his hands on a towel before tossing it over his shoulder. "So, blueberry?"

"The blueberry is one of Luke's best," Dean says, so the other Dean nods. The scrutinizing look that follows after Luke makes Dean laugh.

"Would it kill the guy to smile?" Dean asks him, lips turned down.

"He's 'busy'," Dean says, mimicking Luke's gruff tone before smiling apologetically. "That's just the way Luke is. You get used to it. Great guy though! He'll do almost anything to help someone out." After a pause he adds, tilting his head, "Well, if you catch him on a good day."

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Author’s choice/Avatar (2009), Author’s choice, different world, different season

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, cold nights

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

The worst nights aren't the ones with snow - there's a gentleness to those nights, the drifts piling up outside soft-looking, like extra pillows or blankets that seem to insulate them, keep them safe, despite the temperature. No, it's far worse when it rains, or when the wind keeps howling and bending tree branches. It's times like those it feels like the evil's everywhere, and Sam can feel it in his bones, clutching at him, wanting him, trying to drag him back.

And Dean leaves him to it, for the most part -- he doesn't want to crush Sam with protectiveness or care. That's part of their arrangement. Sam's on the road with him based on the understand that he doesn't need Dean all over him, keeping him on the straight and narrow by whatever means necessary, smothering him with love.

Sometimes he wants it, though. And on these cold nights, he craves it.

He reaches for Dean in the bed they've come to share, wraps his arms around him, but that's only ever the invitation. As soon as he feels it, Dean's taking control, turning Sam around and burying his face in Sam's shoulder, laying soft hot little kisses along the scruff of hair at the nape of his neck and breathing into his ear, "I got ya."

Sam's toes are still cold, and the wind still howls outside. But Dean's arms keep the cold fingers of evil out, and he huddles inside that protection until dawn.

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

Dark Angel, Alec/Logan, hot apple cider to ease the chill

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

Terminator:SCC, John/Derek, The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake
( A line from the Robert Frost poem 'Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening')

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Team Sheppard & Team Lorne, snowball fights on the mainland under the guise of survival training.

no fill but...

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

how much win is in this prompt!!

*huge grin*

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tony/Gibbs, warm mug and warm hands

[30_rock_office.livejournal.com]

It's been a long day, and Gibbs can tell it's taking it's toll on his senior field agent, so he decides to cut him some slack. While Tony is pounding on his laptop keyboard, frantically trying to type up his report before his fingers freeze as he waits outside with the body for Ducky, Gibbs slips off to his car and drives to a local coffee shop. He knows what Tony likes by now.

Tony looks up to see Gibbs's car pulling out of the parking lot and cannot help but feel abandoned.

"Looks like it's just you and me, buddy," he says before he can stop himself. "Oh God, now I sound like Ducky..."

***

When the tires crunch back into the parking lot, Tony looks up again, hopeful that McGee or Ziva have come to relieve him of his bodyguard position. He is even more relieved when he sees Gibbs approaching with a steaming cup of coffee. Tony's tired eyes light up.

"Thanks boss!" he chirps.

"Uh-huh."

Gibbs sips his own cup.

"Boss, am I dying or something?"

Gibbs shoots him a look.

"Right, sorry..."

They wait for Ducky in silence, but Gibbs never really needed words to tell Tony that he cared.

Sheldon's Ice Rink Adventure

[makeitrednblack.livejournal.com]

"This is not how we spend Wednesday night, Wednesday is halo night." Dr. Sheldon Cooper states as his flatmate drags him towards the ice skating rink.

"It's alright, Sheldon," Leonard chirps, "besides it'll be fun!"

"I doubt that"

Leonard just sighs as they get in line for skates.
--
To Leonard's dismay, Sheldon, despite being the first time he's skated, is doing very well on the ice. Leonard's not sure whether to be glad his roommate isn't whining or upset because his roommate won't stop boasting how easy it is when Leonard falls down on his butt.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Tesla & author's choice, hot cocoa vs mulled wine

Fill: Sacrifices

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

(Tiny, tiny fill. Do you mind Nikola & Helen flirting?)

Helen leaned back against the counter, her hands curled happily around the warm mug, and watched her old friend fiddle fussily with spices.

"You know," she mused, smiling faintly as she watched him. "I realise this may be a shocking concept, Nikola, but not every occasion requires wine. Or, indeed, alcohol." She raised her mug in demonstration. "Some of us manage quite well without it."

He looked up at her, eyebrows raised in a perfect expression of feigned shock. "Bite your tongue," he shot back, making a show over covering the wine protectively, and then his faux-shock cracked around a grin as he stepped towards her. "Or better yet, allow me to bite it for you ..."

"Ah!" She waved her mug between them as a shield, shaking her head. "No thank you, Nikola. I've learned my lesson there." And then, because he did have a charming pout when he wanted, she smiled, and held out her cocoa. "You could try this, instead." A curve of her lip, knowing she was teasing horribly, not at all caring. "We could share, and you could leave your wine alone for a little while."

He grinned at that, reaching out to wrap his hand around the mug with hers, his warm fingers pressing close. "Oh, Helen, you know I'd share anything with you," he purred, the damnable flirt. And then looked down at the brown, milky brew, and grimaced faintly. "Though if we must share, wouldn't you rather it was something ... hot, and spicy, and intoxicating?" A low, velvety purr at that, and she grinned at him.

"We all must make sacrifices," she told him, as straight-facedly as she possibly could, and reached out to pat his cheek. "Even if it means choosing cocoa over wine." And he sighed, and shook his head, and looked up at her with a strange little smile.

"The things we do for love," he murmured, and pulled their joined hands close to take a sip.

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

Author's Choice, author's choice, nuclear winter

BtVS, Buffy and Dawn

[were-lemur.livejournal.com]

"I never thought this was the apocalypse we'd have to worry about." Buffy's voice is soft. She stares out the window as the ash drifts down.

Dawn draws her knees up to her chest and turns her gaze inward. There's not much you can do about a nuclear holocaust. Not when the people pushing the buttons are in D.C. and who knows where else in the world.

Sunnydale had been lucky, if you could call it that. When Buffy had gone to L.A., all she'd found was a glassed-over crater. Heat of a thousand suns; Angel would've been dusted. And then she'd come back all blistered and puking, her hair falling out in clumps, and Dawn had been afraid she'd lose her again. But Slayers were designed to heal from anything that didn't kill them outright.

Dawn knows it was only a temporary reprieve. Buffy will try again, and again and again until she doesn't come back. Because Slayers don't just sit at home and watch the world wind down.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/Sharon & Kelly, building a snowman with Daddy

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

The bottom ball was nearly as tall as Kelly by the time she let her daddy stop rolling it.

She's working on the middle ball, being sure to pack the ball so that it doesn't fall apart when Daddy picks it up to put on the first one. The second one is only half as tall as Kelly by the time it's done. Daddy Carefully lifts the giant snowball and carries it over to the first one, gently setting it down and holding it in place as Kelly packed snow in to hold it in place.

Daddy had already finished the last one by the time Kelly had finished the second so he lifts her up and lets her place the last ball on top.

Kelly runs into the house to get the things Mama set aside for her earlier and when she come back out Mama and Daddy are kissing over the tray of hot chocolate Mama brought out.

Kelly sighs and begins sorting out what she can put on herself and what she'll need Daddy for.

Finally she steps up behind them and loudly clears her throat.

"What is it sweetheart?" Daddy asks her.

"I need help getting Sgt. Frosty ready for inspection." Kelly says.

Mama says she'll help and sends Daddy back inside with the cocoa mugs.

When Daddy comes back out he's in his dress uniform and has one of his garrison caps in his hands. He hands it to Kelly who puts it on and stands at attention.

Her and Sgt Frosty salute Daddy and then Daddy makes her come inside to play Marines.

Kelly knows Mama could get out any stains in Daddy's dress uniform but Daddy always says bad words when he doesn't think she's listening as he tries to get his shiney shoes back to the shiny after being in the rain or snow too long.

She goes to sleep content in the knowledge that Daddy will always protect her and Mama.

Kelly has no way of knowing her and Mama will be dead before the end of spring.

She has no way of knowing that this Christmas will be one of the last few happy memories Daddy will have for a long time.

All she knows is that her Daddy is the best in the world and that tomorrow they'll make a little snowman platoon.

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, Building a snowman

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, sledding

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, hot chocolate

[d-mousey.livejournal.com]

Castiel does not drink coffee, no matter how many times he brought some to Dean (and seriously, Sam points out, you don't ask an angel of the Lord to bring you coffee.) He doesn't like the smell of it, though he seems to understand that Dean needs it, especially in the morning. Or late at night when he has to stay awake. Or when he's waiting for something to happen, a phone call, someone to come back, and has nothing to do with his hands meanwhile. Castiel discovered than giving him a cup of coffee could help at times like this. Not that Dean would drink it, but holding the cup would make him stay calm a bit longer.

So, yeah, Dean likes coffee. Castiel doesn't even want to try it. He doesn't need it anyway.

He tries alcohol. Or rather, he's forced to try alcohol, twice, under pressure. The first time happens when Dean brings him to that whorehouse, and that? That was pressure. Castiel tries to drown into his beer while Chastity talks to Dean, half-wishing he'd be dead already. The second time happens with Ellen, and Castiel is not sure why he's supposed to drink so much, but he does it anyway, because she insists. He feels something after, though he doesn't know what.

"Alcohol doesn't affect you as it affects humans," Sam explains, visibly amused, "You'd be singing like a sailor if you were normal."

"Why would I do that?" Castiel frowns.

"Alcohol does that to you. That's just a side-effect."

Tea, he learns, has side-effects too, though not as obscure as tequila. It's supposed to help you relax, Sam tells, but Dean refuses to let Castiel drinks it, so Castiel doesn't ask further. He doesn't try coke either, or really, anything. He doesn't need to drink anyway.

He tries hot chocolate.

He doesn't intend to, but Dean tells him to wait for them at some café, so Castiel just goes ans sits. The waitress comes, and when he says he requires nothing, she looks uneasy.

"Look, I don't mind, but - the boss won't like it," she says. "Take a little something at least. A coffee?" Castiel's mouth twitches. "Tea?" she suggests.

"Dean doesn't want me to try tea."

"Yeah, right, erm... A beer?" His face remains blank. "Hot chocolate?"

He frowns, confused. "I don't know what it is..." he admits carefully.

"You never had hot chocolate before?"

"No."

"Even where you were a kid?"

She looks so very baffled that Castiel is worried for a moment to have say something very wrong. But she pulls herself together and gives him a sweet smile.

"I'll bring you one," she says.

"Cas', you're there!" Dean says, fifteen minutes later, Sam following two steps behind him, "We found a weird sigil ten miles from here, I need you to - woah! What's that?"

He looks to the cup Castiel is holding like it's some monster ready to attack him.

"Hot chocolate," Castiel says.

"Dude, you're drinking hot chocolate? Seriously?" Sam elbows him and for a few seconds they have a argument, using their eyes only. Castiel takes advantage to finish his drink. "Whatever. Can we go now?" Dean sighs.

Castiel nods and put the cup back on the table. Sam leaves some money to pay, and smiles when Dean goes out again, assuming they will follow.

"So how was it?"

Castiel takes a bit, but finally admits: "Good."

Later, way later, when it's Castiel's turn to wait anxiously, seating rigid on a chair, Dean brings him a cup of hot chocolate. And somehow, it's comforting.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

He likes it because it is gentle, even in force, soft-spoken as it covers the land with its presence.

His brother likes it for what it covers, because it makes the earth less like itself and more like the sky.

Together, they watch. He mentions that maybe it's not all bad, this planet and its inhabitants. His brother won't challenge him outright but doesn't reply. So they sit in silence, watching it fall, enjoying something that, if all goes to plan, they won't have much longer.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lisa/Balthazar, hot chocolate

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John/Loki(Gabriel), wee!chesters, winter solstice

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural,Anna/Crowley, in purgatory it's always winter

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

SyFy's Alice, Hatter/Alice, winter in her world is cruel

[noveltea.livejournal.com]

Wonderland winters were few and far between, and the climate far more temperate.

Here, in Alice's world - the world that she proclaimed to be the 'real' world - Hatter experienced a range of weather so horrid that he often threatened to throw Alice over his shoulder and march straight back into Wonderland.

And then she laughed, and he forgot the weather.

He hated the winter. It was cold and bitter and unlike anything he could remember.

And she dragged him out into it as though constant exposure would cure his dislike. For some undeterminable reason, she seemed to enjoy the cold and the snow.

She didn't seem to notice that the snow melted and left clothing cold and wet, a dangerous combination with the frigid wind. Alice danced around in it, threw it around like it wasn't cold at all.

He found it both strange and amusing.

Then again, they were the traits that had attracted him to her in the first place.

He never liked it when she pulled him into her bizarre snow-dance, because it never ended well, but he hadn't figured out how to say no to her.

Slowly, it became something more to him.

And that was the most surprising thing of all.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, the fledgling comes in the middle of winter

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, Lorne/Parrish, David hates the winter months.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Lorne/Parrish, Cold weather survival.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Parrish/Lorne, Cold floors in the mornings are best dealt with by never getting out of bed.