Bite Sized Bits of Fic

The big bang theory Sheldon Cooper / penny play in the snow

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Attack on Titan, any, the first rays of sunshine without worries of a Titan attack

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Fear turned into a constant after Armin chose to join the Survey Corps, even when hope burned deep inside him, after he saw others getting killed, eaten, when he witnessed life being devoured in more ways than one, fear would replace his hope and happiness was nothing more than a word, a foreign place he wasn't sure he could ever visit again.

But he made it. They made it.

Mikasa and Eren are still by his side, he didn't lose them, the only family he has left is with him. Ready to face another day together and bear witness to a new dawn. The first rays of sunshine warm Armin's skin, light up his face and he almost believes he sees the faintest of smiles on Mikasa's face. Eren looks solemn, Armin knows he feels the same peace they experienced when they realized it was over. He's contemplating their new life. Once more.

They've reclaimed Wall Maria, they've won. There won't be any more Titan attacks, no more lies and secrets, and plots. No more fights for power.

All that's left is humanity's freedom.

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Harry potter , Ron Wesley/draco malfoy getting caught in the rain

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Veronica mars. Logan echolls / beaver Casablancas soaking up the sun

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Firefly .river tan / Jayne Cobb hail storms scare her

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Snowpiercer, any, when we could actually experience the weather

Edited Date: 2015-08-10 06:42 am (UTC)

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Veronica mars. Wallace/ piz stosh first time seeing real snow

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Sense8, Capheus +/ any other sensate, snow

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Riley can always feel the first snow of the season coming, like it's folded into her bones. It's a part of Iceland and a part of her, right alongside the language and the grief and her father's name. She hadn't known, that first winter in England, if it would feel the same, if she would feel it at all, but she woke up one morning in late October with the bone-deep certainty of flakes drifting outside her window, even before she pulled her head out from under the duvet.

Now, home again, she stands under Reykjavik's first snowfall and something about it hums, resonates deep within her, a part of her like her cluster is a part of her. It's just beginning to stick on the driveway and the road, but the lawns and fields and houses are a flat white, as far as she can see, and little flakes settle on her hair and shoulders and hands. She breathes in home.

"This is snow?"

Capheus has come, stretching halfway across the world for a peek—hardly dressed for the weather, but it doesn't seem to bother him. He grins up at the sky, delighted, and then tries to catch the flakes on his tongue. His joy sweeps her up too, infectious—she hasn't felt this awe for the snow since she was a child. Somewhere off out there, Kala smiles over her dinner, and Lito rolls over and tucks his blankets more tightly under his chin, and Nomi inhales half a mug of scalding coffee in one go.

"So this is why I've been so cold this morning." Nomi looks around the untouched landscape with interest tempered by sleep, blinking owlishly through the steam billowing from her mug. "Prettier than I remember."

"You don't get snow in San Francisco?"

"No, never." She smiles a little in memory. "I went to New York in March, once, but it was all ice and mud by then. Not much to look at."

"Look!" Capheus wanders back to show them the flakes he's caught on his fingers. With the body heat to melt them thousands of miles away, the tiny crystals stay frozen and perfect as they peer at them. "They say no two are alike—is it true?"

Riley shrugs. "I've never checked, myself."

Nomi hands off her coffee mug—Riley can feel the ghost of its heat through her gloves, like an echo—and tries to scrape enough snow together to make a snowball.

"It won't hold," Riley says, as Nomi squeezes the snow in long, bare fingers. "It's too soft." And sure enough, the snowball falls apart in Nomi's hands. She considers the remains thoughtfully a moment before dumping it unceremoniously down the collar of Capheus's shirt.

Capheus yelps and reels away. There was a time, not that long ago, that anything half so jarring would have broken the link and sent Capheus and Nomi home. But the cluster is stronger now, and instead, Capheus picks up a handful of snow and throws it at the both of them. Heavier than he thought, it falls a little short of its mark, but it's enough to spark a full-on snowmush fight of the kind Riley hasn't had since secondary school.

"It's hardly fair," Riley laughs when it dies down, and they all huddle together flushed and giggling. "You'll both get to go home dry and warm. I've got snow in my sweater." She shakes it out in demonstration.

"Next time we get snow, I'll invite you over to throw some at me," Nomi says, smiling, and is gone. Riley turns to Capheus, who's drinking in the scenery one last time.

"Will the snow still be here tomorrow?"

"And the next day, and the next, I expect. I'll be sick of it by next week. It'll be nice to have someone around to appreciate it." She cocks her head in his direction, and he grins again, wide and awed.

"Next week, then," he promises, and she feels the baking Nairobi heat on her skin for half an instant as he goes.

Riley stays a moment longer before she turns and trudges back towards the house, where a box of her favorite hot chocolate is sitting on the high shelf, and her father is humming over his newspaper, and outside the snow falls.

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Supernatural, Sam/Lucifer, Sam's first day in Lucifer's cage

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Inside the cage it's dark, the walls hot to the touch. It takes Sam hours before his eyes adjust to the darkness and he can see his surroundings. See his companions. He feels as if his head is about to split in two and every breath he takes is difficult, strangling. Swallowing only chokes him. Lucifer is a presence around him, standing tall before him as Sam crouches down in a corner hoping he can escape him. But his voice is booming, his laughter something vicious. And the heat, the heat is unbearable. A fire licking his skin, eating away the light Sam's trying to hold onto before oblivion takes over.

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The Flash (TV), Mark Mardon/Barry Allen, the pause before a thunderstorm

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Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson, Allrianne/Breeze/Ham, ash from the sky

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Hawkeye comics (Fraction Run), Kate Bishop/Clint Barton,

Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows,
Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together,

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Justice League Cartoon, Wally West/Bruce Wayne, ice pops on a hot summer day

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Wally is on the kitchen working on his third Popsicle when Bruce pads in. His eyes go straight to him first and then land on the cup of coffee Wally conveniently placed on the counter.

"You were here," Bruce states taking the cup and drinking it like it's the last cup he's ever going to have. Wally grimaces, not understanding how one can drink coffee with no sugar or cream. "Isn't a bit early for those?"

"Bruce, were you desperately looking around for me? Did you think I fell of the bed--again?" Wally teases, making his tone as sugary sweet as he can --which is not difficult at all-- something gruff comes out of Bruce's mouth. "To answer you, it's never too early for a frozen treat, especially in this heat." Wally fans himself with his left hand, while he licks the bottom of his popsicle that's already melting, juice running down his finger and arms.

Bruce leaves his cup where it was before, his mouth is a thin line, a twitching on his eye imperceptible to the untrained eye. He's even more silent than usual.

"What? Is there something in my face?"

Bruce doesn't answer him, instead he moves closer backing Wally against the kitchen counter. "Wha--" He licks the corner of Wally's mouth and he's sure he fucking squeaks as Bruce's tongue works its way inside Wally's mouth, just tasting him. Wally drops his pop, wrapping his arms around Bruce's neck, sticky fingers digging in the skin he can reach. Tasting black coffee from Bruce's mouth is not as bad.

When they break away Wally is panting and Bruce has a self satisfied smirk that Wally wants to kiss him again. In fact he wants to be kissed by Bruce everyday for as long as possible. Even if he loses his breath.

"Alfred is not going to like the mess you made," Bruce points out looking at the red mess on the otherwise immaculate floor. Wally finds out he doesn't care because Bruce is kissing him again, so deep Wally's going to have a hard time going back to his apartment.

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DCU, Edward Nygma/Bruce Wayne, it's a freezing day in Gotham and Eddie's central heating breaks down

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