Monday - Snow Day!

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Hi I am mahmfic and I will be your host for this week! Today's prompt is Snow. Snowball fights. Snow angels. Hot cocoa. Fireplaces. Power outages. On a personal note, a friend of mine always gets snow the week of her birthday.

Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your prompt or fic has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces

Use the following format:
RPF, Colin Morgan/Bradley James, snowball fight off the set of Merlin
Firefly, Ensemble, Does this mean we get a snow day, Cap'n?

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Have fun everyone!!

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[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Ensemble, Does this mean we get a snow day, Cap'n?

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

RPF, Colin Morgan/Bradley James, snowball fight off the set of Merlin

it's still their little secret

[eyesofapanda.livejournal.com]

It's getting late, and their bellies are hot and full with food as they trek back to Bradley's apartment. They're both wrapped up warm to ward off the cold - February has proved to be colder than December and January combined - and Colin is quite aware that they look like over-stuffed teddy bears.

The extra layers are necessary, though, and Colin is glad of them when the sky begins to rain down soft flakes of snow. Bradley groans as the first drop melts on his nose. "Please, no more!"

Colin chuckles, breath coming out in white steam. He agrees with Bradley's sentiment - there's already inches of snow at their feet, which they've been trudging through for the past ten minutes, leaving a fresh trail of footprints.

Colin bends down and grabs a fistful of crisp snow in his gloved hands. "Might as well make the most of it, Bradley," he suggests with a twinkle in his eye, and before Bradley knows it, a snowball hits him square in the face.

Bradley squawks indignantly, and then it's a flurry of mess and snow and revenge. They chase after each other, mercilessly throwing snowballs and trying to stuff the cold ice down each other's backs. It's like being ten again, Colin thinks as he's eventually tackled to the ground with a yelp.

"Hey," Bradley grins from above him, warmth radiating through their multiple layers of clothing.

Colin smiles back, eyes crinkled. "Hey yourself."

They kiss then, in the darkness, and the snow, and the cold, and no one sees because for now, it's still their little secret.

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean or gen, building a snowman

[rataplani.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who; any; If you twist a few switches, remove a few knobs, and make sure to land on a Wednesday, it will snow inside the TARDIS.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Lost Girl, Bo + Kenzi, their newest client is a snow maiden.

[agirlnamedtruth.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Cas, Angels don't feel the cold.

Interpret any way you like.

i feel it for both of us

[eyesofapanda.livejournal.com]

Castiel has been standing outside for a few hours when Dean finds him. The snow has gathered on Castiel's hair and trench coat, making him look half man, half snowman (yet, he is neither).

"Cas," Dean calls, walking up to him. He's shivering, rubbing his arms through the layer of his coat, a coat he rarely wears. "Hey Cas."

Castiel turns to him. "Yes, Dean?"

"Get your ass inside, it's freezing," Dean says gruffly, breath visible in the dark. He brushes the snow off of Castiel's hair, fingers cold against Castiel's scalp. "I'm surprised your balls haven't fallen off yet."

Castiel looks at him, expressionless. "I feel no cold."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Of course you don't, you angels feel nothing. But your body's still human, so come on." He grabs Castiel's arm and pulls him towards the hotel room. Castiel lets him.

Once inside, Dean takes the liberty of removing Castiel's trench coat, along with the snow. Castiel doesn't protest, merely watches Dean with fixed eyes as Dean concentrates on stripping Castiel's clothes, piece by piece.

Eventually, Dean pushes Castiel into the double bed. "Stay," Dean demands, as he quickly takes off his own clothes. He slides under the covers too, and slowly shifts until their bodies are pressed together in every place.

"Jesus Christ," Dean swears into Castiel's neck, "you're freezing, man."

"Like I said," Castiel replies, letting Dean wrap his arms around him, "I do not feel it."

Dean closes his eyes. "Yeah, well, I do. I feel it for both of us."

Castiel is silent at that. When Dean falls asleep, both their bodies warm again, Castiel also puts his mind to slumber.

Castiel will never feel the cold, but he has learned how to sleep - for Dean.

[tigriswolf]

X-Men, author's choice, snow days at school always go weirdly

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt + bullies, he really hates being put in the dumpster after it's been snowing.

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine, a blizzard in New York

not for the first time

[eyesofapanda.livejournal.com]

Kurt made a devastated sound from his position on the sofa. "I can't go shopping now," he cries mournfully. "I really need to buy my Christmas presents."

Blaine shakes his head with a smile as he crosses the room from the windows to Kurt. The view outside is one of white - snow has blanketed New York, the flakes a-flurry with excitement. The city has been brought to a halt, thanks to the sudden overnight blizzard.

"There's still time," Blaine says soothingly as he touches the back of Kurt's head. "Shopping can wait."

Kurt leans into his boyfriend's touch. "But I had been so looking forward to it," he laments with a pout.

Blaine smiles. Even after all these years, Kurt is still so much of a teenager sometimes.

"Well," Blaine declares, climbing onto Kurt's lap and straddling his legs, "I guess I'm going to have to give you something else to look forward to."

Kurt laughs, and Blaine kisses him, slow and sweet. When they draw apart, Blaine rests his forehead on Kurt's. "Do you remember when Artie made the Christmas film? We sang 'Let It Snow'."

Blaine nods. "And 'My Favourite Things'," he adds.

Kurt sighs nostalgically. "Those were the good old days."

Blaine rolls his eyes. "We're not old yet, not if I've anything to say about it!" he says, and kisses Kurt into submission, not for the first time.

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Clint/Loki, trapped together and the temperature keeps falling - Loki's fine. Clint's not.

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse(/Norse mythology), Coulson/Clint, finding out your lover is actually the shapeshifting son of a supervillian because he takes giantic wolf-form to keep you from freezing to death - awkward

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Firefly, River, every snowflake is an avalanche

[lionessvalenti.livejournal.com]

Warehouse 13, any, "How do I make it stop snowing?"

[lionessvalenti.livejournal.com]

Fringe, Walter & Peter, Snowmen and hot cocoa with the little marshmallows ("Just like when you were a boy". "We never made a snowman together when I was a boy")

[lionessvalenti.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Neal, watching the snow fall from his prison cell.

[meatball42.livejournal.com]

Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock (+ or / John, author's choice), Snow was always immaterial until the year he met John.

a storm beyond the glass

[eyesofapanda.livejournal.com]

SPOILERS FOR THE REICHENBACH FALL


Sherlock has never viewed snow as anything more than atmospheric water vapour frozen into ice crystals. That's its scientific definition, and that is how Sherlock views it. It certainly has never been 'romantic', as so many appear to think, or even fun. Sherlock has never played in the snow, and he doesn't want to either.

However, John has a track record of proving Sherlock's beliefs wrong. Snow is not an exception.

Their first Christmas together, it is bitterly cold. They're sniping at each other, of course, over tea and biscuits and a newspaper in each lap, when John looks up and spies something.

"It really is snowing!" he exclaims, leaping up towards the window.

Sherlock continues to read the paper. "Could you not tell by the dramatic dip in temperature?"

John gazes out of the glass, admiring the snowflakes fall past him. It sticks to the ground, white. "I didn't believe the weather forecast," he admits. "It's not always accurate with snow."

Sherlock looks, then, at John. His face is lit up with quiet joy, following the movement of mere water and ice and molecules, and Sherlock wonders why this snow is so special. Why do humans revere it so? Is it because it's not a common occurrence? It always makes everyday life ever so difficult.

Sherlock wants to ask John these questions, but he doesn't. He merely watches John as John watches the snow, and they stay like that for hours.

*

"We used to play in the snow," John offers later, when Sherlock's lying on the sofa and John's in his armchair, staring out of the window into the snowless black night. "Harry and me. But that was years ago."

Sherlock looks at John, at the memories lined in his face, and he thinks he understands.

*

It is winter again, and it is snowing. Sherlock looks out of the window and watches as the flakes grow bigger and whiter, until they become a storm beyond the glass.

Sherlock wonders what John is doing. Maybe he's standing by his grave, talking about his sister as the snow covers Sherlock's printed name.

Sherlock goes to the window and touches the pane. The snow is both a welcome and painful sight. Sherlock doesn't understand why, but he thinks he knows anyway.

It's love.

[readingredhead.livejournal.com]

Young Wizards, Tom/Carl, snowed in

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Silmarillion, any, for the Nolder who crosses the Helcaraxe snow is a bitter reminder

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam, it's winter, Dean is freezing and Sam doesn't feel a thing. After Lucifer and hell it's hard to get worked up because of a little bit of snow

No fill, warning.

[ahavaelwilhouse.livejournal.com]

uhm, you do realize that left in my hands this itty bitty comment fic could turn into a hundred part series about how sad poor Sammy really is inside that he has no soul? Angst included, of course.

Are you prepared for that?

Good. So....
I'mma see about this. I'll letcha know if I ever do fill this. Someone else can do it, too. :D

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Methos, would you rather burn or freeze?

[ahavaelwilhouse.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean or any Winchester/angel pairing, Snow days are the best for cuddling.

(hot cocoa optional, but I'd be your bff)

[ahavaelwilhouse.livejournal.com]

CWRPS, J2, Jen/Mish or Jay/Richard (or all at once)

A snowball fight on set turns into an orgy, one which Sebastian is eagerly intent on joining.

[ahavaelwilhouse.livejournal.com]

NCIS/Criminal Minds, Abby/Reid, oh the amazingly nerdish things you can do when you're snowed in.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

LOTR, Merry/Pippin, first snow

Fluffy lil fill.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Pippin is too young to understand why yet, being only 8 months old, but he picks up on Merry's excitement anyway. He sits by his cousin and laughs as he is bundled into his warmest clothes.

Normally, Merry is allowed to take Pippin out on his own, his devotion and attention to his cousins needs often being remarked on by his elders, but in the snow he is forced to accept the prescence of Nanny.

Pippin smiles as they walk out into the snow. His eyes catch on a snow flake and follow it down until it lands on his nose and disappears. He lets out a gurgle of surprise and delight.

Merry babbles excitedly to his cousin about all the things they'll be able to do once Pippin is old enough. About snowmen and snow battles. About chasing rabbits and digging for branches and so many other things.

Then he tells him about after. About being taken inside and bathed. About being clothed in a nightshirt that's been hanging in front of the fire. About being given cocoa and soup and all manner of warming, delicious foods.

Too soon it's time to go inside, Nanny carrying Pippen and Merry carrying small branches for the fireplace.

Mum smiles and kisses his forehead, telling him what a good boy he was before she scooped him up and carried him to the bathtub.

Twenty minutes later he is settled in front of the fire with his cousin, a small plate of snacks before him as Mum goes to check on dinner.

Merry dreams out loud of the adventures Pippin and he will one day have.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

RPF, Chase Utley/Shane Victorino, it's that often that is snows on the field, but when it does...