It's Wednesday, and the Snow is Falling
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comment_ficI was given special dispensation today, considering the holiday period, for this Wednesday to be dedicated to the season. With that in mind, today's theme is "Winter Holidays".
Please remember the rules so everyone can have a good time:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces
Please always use the following format to make it easier on the code monkeys:
Fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt.
And here are a few examples, to get you started!
Young Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock/Elizabeth, She might be clever, but the scarf she knitted him for Christmas is atrocious.
Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry(+Al+Pinako), Hunt the Wren Day
Burn Notice, Fiona/Michael(+any), The reasons Fiona collects snowglobes is because they remind her of snowy Christmases past.
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Please remember the rules so everyone can have a good time:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces
Please always use the following format to make it easier on the code monkeys:
Fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt.
And here are a few examples, to get you started!
Young Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock/Elizabeth, She might be clever, but the scarf she knitted him for Christmas is atrocious.
Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry(+Al+Pinako), Hunt the Wren Day
Burn Notice, Fiona/Michael(+any), The reasons Fiona collects snowglobes is because they remind her of snowy Christmases past.
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Date: 2012-12-26 01:53 pm (UTC)Yami no Matsuei // Tatsumi/Tsuzuki pre-slash // PG
Date: 2013-02-17 03:53 am (UTC)"But it's still only the beginning of winter," Tsuzuki muttered, taking the glass balls off the miniature fake Christmas tree on the table in the office common area, and tucking the delicate glass ornaments into their tissue-lined boxes.
"Yes, but the decorations have been up for over a month and they're starting to get dusty, which adds more work to the janitor," Tatsumi chided, watching Tsuzuki. The older, violet-eyed shinigami worked steadily, but his head hung practically on his breast and his eyes looked dull.
"Yeah, I know, but it's so hard to put this stuff away: it makes everything so cheery and pretty and joyful, and when it gets put away, it's like all the joy goes away and we're back to drab, dull stuff again," Tsuzuki replied, with a sigh.
Tatsumi considered that: Tsuzuki had a sensitive heart, like a child's, really: it didn't take much to make him happy, and his pleasures were simple, but at the same time, it didn't take much to sadden him and when he was denied his pleasures, he grew despondent. Like now.
"Sounds like you've got a touch of the after Christmas blues. Perhaps after you've finished there and after you've filled out that last round of paperwork, you might be interested in going out for lunch with me?" Tatsumi offered. "My treat? There's that coffee shop on the other side of the veil that you like, the one with the red velvet cheesecake?"
Tsuzuki looked up, hopeful. "You mean it? you'd pay?"
"Every penny: but don't take advantage of that," Tatsumi said.
"You got a deal!" Tsuzuki replied, his cheery smile returning, though his eyes still looked a little sad. And over the next half hour, he applied himself to taking the rest of the ornaments off the tree, as well as the lights, even packed up the fake tree, took down the crackly wreaths and bagged them up with the crunchy poinsettias.
A half hour later, Tsuzuki stuck his head around the door jamb of Tatsumi's office. "Got the Christmas decorations all packed away," he announced.
"But do you have that paperwork done? I'd rather you came to me with it finished," Tatsumi replied.
"Awwww! But it has to do with that poor shopgirl who dropped from exhaustion: it's such a sad case," Tsuzuki murmured, drooping sadly. "I thought Hisoka finished that paperwork."
"If he did, he hasn't turned it in, and that's not like him," Tatsumi replied.
"All right, I'll be back with it," Tsuzuki groused. "But it's adding to my after Christmas blues."
"If it's any consolation, our lunch break is in a half an hour," Tatsumi said, adjusting the time by a full hour.
"Well, that gives me time to finish," Tsuzuki noted, perking up a bit before heading on his way.
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Date: 2012-12-26 03:37 pm (UTC)Fill: Iron Man - "Creativity Has Its Own Rewards"
Date: 2012-12-26 03:48 pm (UTC)Pepper glanced up overhead, at the green sprig hanging haphazardly off her kitchen cabinet, then back at Tony. “No, it’s basil.”
Tony raised his eyebrows. It was his first actual visit to her apartment, and he’d been taking in the Christmas decorations (tasteful and subdued, nothing too over the top for her, but she’d hidden away her favorite Christmas stocking, the one her great aunt Rose had made her when she was as child, all out of felt with sequins sewn on, and a white reindeer with bells jangling from his collar when she’d known Tony was coming over), making appropriate-type Tony noises. Now, he followed her glance up to the sprig of greenery. “Are you sure it’s basil? Because if it’s mistletoe, we’d have to.” He pursed his mouth.
Shaking her head, Pepper said, “No, it’s still basil.”
“Hmm.” Tony frowned, as if the basil was personally annoying him. “Disappointing.”
“I don’t have any mistletoe in this apartment, Tony.”
He nodded, and opened her refrigerator, rummaging in the drawers. “You do have broccoli.”
“What’s broccoli have to do with anything?”
Tony retreated from the refrigerator to hold the broccoli over his head, and made a kissy face. “Sometimes, you have to be creative?”
Pepper sighed, going to him and lacing her hands around the back of his neck. “There is a thing as too much creativity,” she warned.
“Hmm,” Tony said, pecking her mouth. “I don’t think so.” He came back for seconds. “Nope. Never a thing as too much creativity.” He tossed the broccoli, putting his hands on her hips and pulled her more tightly against him. “In fact, I’m thinking about getting very creative right now, possibly on that counter.”
Squealing as Tony lifted her up, Pepper clung to his shoulders as he deposited her on the counter, kissing her hard. And next time, she thought, as his hands moved down over her thighs, she’d get some damned mistletoe.
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Date: 2012-12-26 04:12 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Iron Man - "Creativity Has Its Own Rewards"
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Date: 2012-12-27 12:52 am (UTC)Or maybe it's all naughty :P
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Date: 2012-12-27 12:57 am (UTC)Fill: Not the Grinch (Avengers fic)
Date: 2012-12-27 07:05 am (UTC)Bruce stared at the strip of cloth Tony had tied around his head. "Please tell me that's not mistletoe stuck to your forehead."
"Oh, but it is, Dr. Banner!" Tony grinned fiendishly. "And you know what that means!"
"You're one step closer to installing a flashing sign on your forehead blinking your availability and preferred sex positions?" Bruce asked mildly, refilling the ice cube tray.
"No, though that is a good idea, I'm going to draw some plans up for that later, but no!" Tony leaned towards Bruce. "You've gotta kiss me, Bruce. It's the rules. Of Christmas. You already turn green sometimes, you don't want to pick up the nickname 'Grinch' too, do you?"
Bruce rolled his eyes. "1) not funny, and 2) if I kiss you now will you leave me alone?"
"Probably?" Tony offered.
Well, that was enough for Bruce. He grabbed Tony by the collar and dragged him close, kissing him and deftly avoiding Tony's attempts at forcing their tongues to have a fight. He could feel the sprig of mistletoe brushing against his forehead.
"There, satisfied?" Bruce pulled away and ignored the urge to lick his lips.
"Not quite," Tony's grin deepened. "I've got another piece of mistletoe attached to me. Guess where!"
Bruce quickly drew up a list of places Tony would like to be kissed. It was a rather long list. At the top was the most obvious place, and when Bruce experimentally prodded Tony's lower belly and felt the rustle of leaves under his fingers, that was confirmed. Subtlety had never been Tony's standard operating procedure.
"There is no historical significance to link mistletoe with blowjobs, Tony. I'm not giving you one."
"Well, if you don't want to give … what about receiving?" Tony asked, sinking down onto his knees.
Bruce sighed and leaned back against the sink, grabbing the bit of mistletoe from Tony's forehead and dangling it down over the waistband of his pants. "Well, if you insist …"
Tony unzipped Bruce's jeans and smiled. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Grinch."
Re: Fill: Not the Grinch (Avengers fic)
Date: 2012-12-29 12:43 am (UTC)Tony is *such* a sex pest (and we love him for it)
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Date: 2012-12-26 04:05 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt/Blaine, winter break while both are at NYADA
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Date: 2012-12-26 04:05 pm (UTC)The Avengers movieverse, Loki, snow
Winter Wonderland
Date: 2012-12-27 01:50 am (UTC)The first time Loki sees snow, he has snuck away through the secret paths between worlds, the ones that his play-adventuring has only recently brought him to discover. At the other end of this particular path, he finds a white world. The ground is white. The trees are clad in crystalline white instead of leaves. Even his breath forms white vapour before his eyes.
The white ground is soft, he realises, except for where it is hard, and it is always pleasant to the touch. He runs about and builds white sculptures, for hours and hours, until he cannot stop yawning and can barely keep his eyes open.
He collapses onto the white, and then, because he does not want to sleep exposed to any monster that might happen by, he starts to dig. When he curls up to sleep beneath the white, his slumber is more peaceful than it has ever been before.
He awakens to the sight of Father looking at him unhappily. Oh. He should have gone home instead of falling asleep, shouldn't he?
Mother is fretful. He could have frozen to death, she says, out there alone in the snow and the ice.
"It didn't feel like dying," he says. "It felt nice." He smiles at Mother, hoping to see her reassured, but instead she has gone quiet and pale.
He does not know what he said wrong, but he decides then and there that he should always choose his words carefully.
"You must be more careful, Loki," says Father. "Don't sneak out alone in the future."
Loki frowns, but Father frowns back, so he says "Yes, Father," and tries to look as honest as possible. Silently, he promises to be more careful about getting caught.
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The first time Loki encounters snow in the company of others, it is also the third time he accompanies Thor and his warrior-friends in their exploration of other worlds.
Thor and his friends are merry at first, laughing and talking as they tramp through the snow in search of monsters to fight, but after awhile they do not laugh so loudly nor talk so frequently. They clutch their cloaks all the tighter, and they look to be trembling.
Fandral catches his eye. "If you have some spell to keep you warm, Loki, you could share with the rest of us!" he says, cheerfully enough, although he is still shaking and the tip of his nose is red.
Loki doesn't understand. The air is pleasant, especially where it brushes over his bare skin. Are the others playing a trick on him?
He gives a deliberately mysterious smile, but does not say anything.
By the time they get back home, he is the only one who is not coughing and miserable and ill. He watches Thor curl in on himself, and thinks he might now understand Mother's worry, all those years ago.
Maybe his magic protected him after all, without him even realising it.
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And isn't that a grand joke? It wasn't any innate spell at all, unless one's species can be considered such.
After all, it is only natural that a monstrous jötunn would feel at home in snow and ice and cold. How Odin must have laughed, as he piled secrets on secrets and did not say a word.
Burning... heat...
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Loki lies there in the Midgard snow, and he had never before felt anything this glorious.
Soon, he must return to the task that Thanos gave to him. Soon...
He wishes that he could stay here for long enough to freeze away every last bit of heat within him, but first he has things to do.
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Date: 2012-12-27 09:24 pm (UTC)Re: Winter Wonderland
Date: 2012-12-28 02:40 am (UTC)Oh, Loki. *sniffles*
Thank you so much!
Re: Winter Wonderland
Date: 2012-12-28 02:49 am (UTC)One or the other or both, I'm glad.
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Date: 2012-12-28 02:46 pm (UTC)Lovely ficlet.
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Date: 2012-12-26 04:07 pm (UTC)Highlander/Merlin (BBC), Methos + Merlin, two immortals at Christmas
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Date: 2012-12-27 08:13 pm (UTC)Being an immortal Methos had gotten tired of Christmas and everything that was associated with it: the need to buy presents, pleasing and being exceptionally friendly to people you actually can’t stand and eat tons of food. What he really couldn’t stand were the songs. They wormed their way in your brain and replayed themselves for hours on end.
Being an immortal he had seen countless Christmas periods and it did get boring after awhile. When Christmas Eve finally rolled around he went to a nice cosy bar in the backstreets of Paris. The owner didn’t give a damn about what kind of season it was. The interior remained the same just as the drinks and this applied also to the company. This year, like every year he met the grey haired man who called himself Merlin and they opened a good bottle of wine in front of the fireplace the bar had and talked about what they had been doing since their last encounter.
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Date: 2012-12-28 02:41 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2012-12-26 04:08 pm (UTC)White Collar/Inception(/RED), Neal&Arthur as Frank's twin sons, the best present ever
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Date: 2012-12-26 04:09 pm (UTC)Highlander/Chuck, Methos + Bryce, their first winter after Methos adopted him
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Date: 2012-12-26 06:56 pm (UTC)Criminal Minds - Innocence of Snow
Date: 2012-12-27 07:58 am (UTC)The case had been hell, on everyone. None moreso than the youngest. Reid had been first on the scene. Hell, he'd almost been the only one on the scene. Despite his attempting life-saving measures, the girl had succumbed to death just as the rest of the team arrived. It had taken JJ and Blake to finally pull the young agent away, and try to wipe some of the blood off him. Nothing could help his clothes.
Approaching the team through the bitter cold, Hotch noticed one person missing. "Where's Reid?"
At first no one said anything, then Rossi jerked his head over to Morgan, who wasn't facing them - instead, his gaze intent on whatever was beyond the vehicle.
Hotch turned to take a look. Standing in the middle of the parking lot, a lone figure stared up at the sky as the large flakes fell gracefully around him. Reid was silent, and Hotch knew in that moment, oblivious to everything except the peaceful scene surrounding him.
Morgan nodded towards the kid. "You want me to get him?"
Knowingly, Hotch shook his head. "No. We'll wait." He opened the driver's side door and got in. As the team settled in their seats, leaving the front passenger seat for Reid, Hotch caught Morgan's eyes in the reflection in the rearview mirror.
With his eidetic memory, let Reid have a good one to wash out the case on the way home, he thought. We have too many bad memories haunting us already.
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