20 December 2012 @ 03:04 pm
Prompt #37-Master List


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Masterlist for Prompt #37: Snow )

(Sorry for the delay! LJ was giving me trouble when I tried to post this earlier.)
 
 
19 December 2012 @ 05:33 am
Because Livejournal was down for most of yesterday, we've decided to give an extension on #37 Snow for those who weren't able to post. You'll have until 9PM EST tonight to post your drabbles, and the master list will actually go up tomorrow at 1PM. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to contact us!

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18 December 2012 @ 11:27 pm
Love  
Author: [livejournal.com profile] min7girl
Title:Love
Rating:G
Pairing/s:Arthur/Merlin
Character/s:Merlin
Summary:Merlin is thinking about the Snow outside right?
Word Count:~100
Prompt:Snow
Author's Notes:I'm late. I'm sorry!

Read more... )
 
 
18 December 2012 @ 10:29 pm
Author: [livejournal.com profile] luxorien
Title: Rule of Law
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: N/A
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: In the end, it's Arthur who counsels Merlin.
Warnings: Mild gore.
Word Count: 369
Prompt: Snow
Author's Notes: No spoilers, but this is inspired by a certain sympathy I feel for Arthur lately.

Rule of Law )
 
 
18 December 2012 @ 06:35 pm
Author: [livejournal.com profile] andiwould
Title Every once in a while.
Rating: PG.
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur.
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur.
Summary: Sometimes Arthur tries to be romantic.
Warnings: none.
Word Count: 717.
Prompt #37: snow.
. . . )
 
 
18 December 2012 @ 11:28 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] k_nightfox
Title: Sprite Night
Rating: PG
Pairing/s:None
Character/s: Merlin, Gaius, Arthur
Summary: There's something deadly roaming the winter night and Merlin is determined to find it.
Warnings: minor OC character deaths
Word Count: 1k-ish (I went a bit over, sorry!)
Prompt: #37-snow
Author's Notes:When I saw this prompt I thought,"Snap! That's easy!" It turned out not to be. This ficlet was inspired by Kathryn E. Darden's poem The Snow Sprite.

 
 
18 December 2012 @ 09:57 am
 
Author: aly242 [livejournal.com profile] username
Title: Winter Wonderland
Rating:PG
Pairing/s:Elena/Gwaine
Character/s:Mithian, Vivian
Summary:Winter was never her favourite holiday.
Warnings:None
Word Count:478
Prompt:Snow
Author's Notes:First time writing. Constructive criticism welcome. I do not own any of the Merlin characters. Oh, but how i wish i could

"Achooo!" Elena rubbed at her nose, "Sorry!" She yelled at the lady who had the misfortune of passing by when Elena had sneezed. The look of disgust was becoming familiar now. "Why did I let you guys talk me into this?"

"Because it's fun." Mithian replied. Of course she would think so. She wasn't the one with the cold.

"And because it's tradition." Vivan added. That was funny coming from Vivian, the girl who despised all Christmas traditions for reasons noone was entirely sure of. Whenever someone asked she went on a long rant about it and people tended to tune her out after the first five minutes.

The tradition being the visiting of the park after its just been decorated with all its lights and ornaments with their favourite coffees from the little shop down the street that had been there since she was a girl, to discuss their Christmas plans and shopping. While Elena loved their little tradition, she hated the snow - which had started up only two days ago - because she always managed to get a cold no matter how hard he tried to avoid it. Another tradition, Vivian had so helpfully pointed out whenever she complained.

Elena was about to point out the hypocrisy of that statement when she managed to slip on a piece of ice. It was another reason to hate the snow besides the cold and damp, she thought. She was as clumsy as a newborn foal on a regular basis, she didn't need to add walking on slippery surfaces to help that out. She always managed to land a few new bruises and scratches before the season was out. 

Before she could land on her ass though, a hand shot out to help her up.

"Careful there." The man said. She looked up to say thank you but was struck silent. The man was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen. He looked like he belonged in a pantene commercial.

"Uh..." Elena's mouth so helpfully supplied. She really need to work on her brain to mouth filter. "I mean thanks, thank you, yeah, uh. I'm Elena. Godwin. Elena Godwin." She winced. Real smooth, Elena.

"You're welcome, Elena. I'm Gwaine. Greene. Gwaine Greene." The man, Gwaine, smiled at her.

"Come on, Elena." Her friends called from up ahead where they had kept walking. The bastards.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around."

"Yeah, see you." She returned to her friends.

When she got home that night and took off her jacket, something fell out of her posket. It was Gwaine's number. "How did he do that?" She asked, but of course noone was there to answer. Oh well, she thought as she picked up the phone, I can just ask him myself.

After arranging a date for the next night, Elena thought that maybe the winter wasn't so bad after all.
 
 
18 December 2012 @ 09:49 am
 
Author: lexi_wolf
Title: Birthday
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwaine
Character/s: Athur, Gwaine, Merlin, Morgana
Summary: Arthur celebrates his birthday.
Warnings: past character death (canon compliant)
Word Count: 430
Prompt: Snow
Author's Notes: 

"What are you doing?" Morgana asked, concerned, as she noticed Arthur standing in the corner of the room instead of sitting with the rest of the group. They were here to celebrate his birthday, and although she knew he didn't necessarily like to, she didn't want him to feel excluded or alone.

Arthur, noting Morgana's concerned expression, blushed to the roots of his hair. "Oh, I'm fine 'Gana, just, ya' know, observing." He looked over to see Gwaine smirking at him. The bastard winked at him, which, of course, Merlin saw.

"Maybe he's too sore to sit." Merlin observed, raising an eyebrow in Arthur's direction, barely controlling his laughter. The others made no effort at all in that area. Morgana rolled her eyes.


Arthur sat beneath the oak tree in his backyard, or well, on his estate really, crossed legged and staring at the engraving there. This was his tradition. Every birthday, since he was five years old. His father hadn't allowed him to go to her grave, so he had carved her name and dates in this tree, her favorite, and would sit out here for hours in the snow, just to feel close to her. He let his fingers trace over the bark, Ygraine.

He'd been out here pretty early this morning, climbing out of a grumbling Gwaine's arms and walking barefoot across the yard,
estate. He felt Gwaine's arms wrapped around him from behind then, his legs encasing Arthur's and his chin on his shoulder. "Hi."

"Hi." he turned his head into Gwaine's neck and kissed him there. "You smell nice."

"Come on, Princess, you'll catch a cold out here with your delicate constitution."

Arthur laughed a little but didn't move, just settled more into Gwaine's embrace. "You're hard."

"Yeah well, your arse is in my lap."

And Arthur really laughed then. He turned around and straddled Gwaine's lap. Kissed him. "I really love you."

"Mmm, I love you too, Princess." Gwaine mumbled, layng Arthur down onto his backand settling over him, between his legs.



"Oh, whatever." Arthur retorted, going over to sit in Gwaine's lap. "There now, you all feel better?"

"I bet Gwaine feels better." Merlin replied.

"Oh God, why am I friends with you people?"

They only laughed harder, but settled down once someone pressed play on the movie. "I still can't feel my arse." Arthur bemoaned, quietly, to Gwaine when everyone was engrossed in the film.

"That's all on you. I told you sex in the snow was a bad idea."

"No, you didn't."

"No, I didn't. It's on my list."
 
 
18 December 2012 @ 07:25 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] rocknvaughn
Title: Not On His Watch
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: None
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Ragnor, Mordred
Summary: Small tag to Arthur's Bane, Part 2
Warnings: None
Word Count: 785
Prompt: #37 ~ Snow
Author's Notes: I always wondered how Arthur didn't freeze to death that first night in Ragnor's captivity. I think I've discovered the answer.


Not On His Watch

One thing that Merlin had quickly learned about Ismere…the wind here was bitterly cold. It whistled through the canyon where they’d made camp, funneled in by the barren, snow swept hills on either side of them. The sun had set several hours ago, and the temperature had plummeted, leaving Merlin shaking violently in his light jacket and woolen breeches.

While the other captives huddled into a mass, trying to conserve body heat between them, Merlin sat apart from the others, facing his captors. His bottom so cold it was numb, staring straight ahead, he refused to be cowed by the likes of Ragnor and his scraggly band of mercenaries. He would be damned if he would show them fear, show them pain. He would be stubborn to the last, even if it meant he froze to death.

But of course, he would not freeze. Merlin’s magic would see to that. Even when he did nothing to encourage it, the magic simmered under his skin like a banked fire. It held off the worst of the chill and kept his extremities from being attacked by frostbite. Of course, it didn’t stop him from shivering like crazy.

“What’re you gawping at?” Ragnor taunted him. Merlin just closed his eyes and turned his head away in a deliberate act of defiance, mentally clamping down on the impulse to have that damnable fire flare and singe off the Scot’s eyebrows.

“Is this what you want?” The burly man smirked as he held a piece of bread aloft.

Despite himself, Merlin felt his stomach grumble in protest.

“Catch…” Ragnor offered and tossed the bread, making sure it landed well out of Merlin’s reach in the snow. Merlin’s eyes narrowed angrily, but he said nothing. No matter how sorely tempted, he knew that using his magic right now would not be prudent. Instead, he needed to think.

They needed a plan; he and Arthur needed to escape. At all costs, they needed to avoid being brought to Morgana like pigs to a slaughter. But Morgana could also not know of Merlin’s magic…that part was crucial.

Merlin’s eyes slid uneasily toward Mordred. He was the fly in the ointment. Mordred knew both of his magic and of his destiny as Emrys… and he was fond of Morgana. What would happen when the two were brought together?

Merlin’s stomach churned and bile rose in his throat, picturing the vision he’d been shown; knowing now that, if he didn’t do something to change it, Mordred would be Arthur’s doom. Yet, even knowing that, could Merlin actually bring himself to kill the boy in cold blood? What kind of person would that make him if he did?

Sighing, Merlin’s eyes rested instead on Arthur. In a petty act of one-upmanship, Ragnor had decided that, because he was a king, Arthur was too good to share his warmth with the peasants. Instead, he tied Arthur off away from the others; even out of Merlin’s reach…forced to lie in the snow huddled and half-frozen in his frigid chainmail.

Studying Arthur’s still form, Merlin frowned. Arthur’s shuddering had stopped. It could mean that the king had finally dropped off to sleep; but it was more likely that he was slipping into unconsciousness, succumbing to the cold that he had no means to protect himself from. Perhaps they needed to keep up pretenses for the time being, but there was no way that Merlin was going to let Arthur freeze.

Merlin snuck another glance toward the fire, but Ragnor and his men no longer found him interesting. Even Mordred’s penetrating gaze was turned elsewhere.

Merlin tucked his head onto his knees, his tied hands shielding his face from view to all save Arthur, and Arthur’s back was to him. Under his breath, Merlin whispered the words of the Old Religion, knowing his eyes must be glowing, so he narrowed them into slits. He felt his magic flow away from him, slip-sliding over the frigid white toward his friend, his king. It seeped into the metal plate and chainmail, subtly warming them, enveloping Arthur in a warm pocket and holding back the chill from both ground and air.

After a long tense moment, Merlin sighed with relief as he heard Arthur’s groan, saw him turn on his side, now facing Merlin. Slowly, the bluish tinge bled away from Arthur’s lips and he sighed in his sleep.

Confident now that his spell had worked, Merlin smiled and continued his silent vigil. He would stay up all night, watching over Arthur. Tomorrow, they would formulate a plan. Tomorrow, they would escape. But tonight? Tonight, he would keep his friend safe and warm. Nothing would happen to his king.

Not on his watch.


 
 
18 December 2012 @ 12:05 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] kayson135
Title: Symbol
Rating: G
Summary: He’d always liked the look of freshly fallen snow.
Warnings:none
Word Count: 211
Prompt: 37 Snow
Author's Notes: Not too sure about this. I wanted to write fluff. Gah!

Read more... )
 
 
17 December 2012 @ 06:10 pm
Author: Loopstagirl
Title: A Snowy Morning
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: None
Characters: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: There was something different about that morning, Merlin was sure of it.
Warnings: Snow - what do you expect?
Word Count: 697
Prompt 37: Snow
Author's Notes: Hee hee. It's nearly Christmas, what do you want me to say?

... )
 
 
Current Music: What have you done, Within Temptation
Current Mood: happy
 
 
17 December 2012 @ 04:36 am
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sidhe_faerie
Title: Snowy Day
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: Arthur/Gwen, Merlin/Morgana
Character/s: nurse
Summary: Arthur goes out in the snow to be with Merlin at hospital.
Warnings: Mentions of Character Death and Reincarnation
Word Count: 560
Prompt: Prompt 37 Snow
Author's Notes: Modern Camelot. The holes are filled in this ‘verse so it’s taken on a serial story quality now.
All previous prompts are on AO3


Snowy Day )
 
 
 
 
14 December 2012 @ 10:00 am
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