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[polyamships]

[ID: “Polyam Shipping Day / 14th of every month”. Next to the text is a red infinity sign that finishes in a heart on top. Above the text are rows of stylized hearts in the colors of both versions of the polyam pride flag (black, red, bright blue, light green, dark green, light blue, navy). /end ID]

February 14th 2024 is our 36th Polyam Shipping Day.

The optional theme for it is: 🌦️ Weather 🌨️

This could be weather literally, such as: characters enjoying the sun, dealing with rainy days and having to cancel plans, gleeful dancing in the rain, being snowed in, snowballs fights, or more dangerous forms of weather like blizzards, hurricanes, tornados! What kind of weather do they prefer, and what do they like to wear or do to prepare for different types of weather? For whump, characters getting sopping wet, hypothermic, having sunburn or sunstroke, and so on. Do they weather something, either physically like skin weathered by being outside, or mentally with getting through a difficult time? Something else, like a monument, location or item, they frequent or care about could be worn by exposure outside. Perhaps a ship they are on weathering a storm or taking advantage of the weather to get ahead. AUs with a weather related career like meteorologist, or they could have abilities to predict/control the weather. There's also many phrases with it in, such as fair-weather friend, under the weather, or to make heavy weather of something.

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We’ll be tracking #PolyamShippingDay, and keeping an eye out for any @polyamships mentions too. We will reblog any polyam-positive fanworks featuring polyamorous ships of any configuration/type from any fandom. All ratings are welcome but anything nsfw/triggery should be warned for and behind a read more, as should very long tumblr fic.

You can also submit works directly to the blog or send us asks to let us know to check your blog for a post. If you’re posting on AO3, our collection name is ‘PolyamShippingDay‘ and you can post to the collection here. Only fanworks submitted/@ us on tumblr or in the official AO3 collection, or fanworks posted to our Dreamwidth community, are guaranteed to be included in our roundup. Please also let us know what prompt you created for, if any - people are always welcome to create for past prompts instead.

We have a Discord - invite here - if you want a place to chat about your ships or what you’re creating for them.

We look forward to seeing what people create for it. If you’re enthused about the day, we’d be especially appreciative of any reblogs to help spread the word about the event.

[fang-and-feather]

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: G

Category: F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationship: Jean D'arc x Vincent Van Gogh x Reader

Tags: Jean's POV, Fluff, Relationship Milestones Jean being very emotional over it

Words: 459

Summary: Jean found it hard to sleep the first time he agreed to sleep with both his partners. Instead he finds himself thinking about their relationship and reveling on their warmth.

Written for August's Polyam Shipping Day Prompt: Warmth from @polyamships

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Jean found it hard to sleep the first time he agreed to sleep with both his partners.

You and Vincent had fallen asleep rather quickly, each on one side of him, snuggling close.

He had agreed to this arrangement, not thinking much of it. It was normal for lovers to sleep together, besides you were only sleeping, and he had already slept alone with you, although not with Vincent yet.

But now, between the two of you, he couldn’t help but think.

That you loved him was still a surprise. How could such angels like you care so much for a monster like him? How could you feel so safe and comfortable in his arms like this?

Not that he could say anything. He had allowed you to get close. To sneak your way into his heart.

Your love for him still filled him with such warmth that sometimes it burned. His heart felt so full whenever he was with you that it ached, almost as if it could burst.

He still wished to hide sometimes, but you were there when he did. You dragged him into your radiant light, enveloped him with your warmth. You were like the sun, chasing away the night, until he was warm himself.

This was the happiness he had long ago given up on having.

His eyes burned as he gently pulled you even closer.

All his life, he never realized how much he longed for this warmth. This was like a dream, but it was real. He was loved.

He looked at Vincent on one side, then at you on the other, feeling his cheeks starting to become wet. To his surprise, you reached out, whipping away a tear.

“Are you okay? If it’s too much, we can go back to our rooms.”

Your worry and consideration only warmed his heart further. But these were tears of happiness.

Jean couldn’t find his words, overwhelmed with happiness. He shook his head, smiling at you.

“We will be happy to be here as long as you allow us.” Vincent leaned closer, caressing his cheek, and Jean hugged both of you. “Whenever you need us.”

“Je t’aime, mes anges.” Was the first words he managed to whisper, kissing each of you.

You had tears in your eyes too, and the two of you hugged him back.

It was the first time he had managed to tell you he loved you, wasn’t it? He had struggled with his feelings, even after you confessed yours. After he started to let you get closer.

But saying these words made him feel like he was finally free of doubt and fear.

“Thank you for bringing light and warmth into my life.” He whispered.

“Always. Because we love you too.”

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@tele86, @nightghoul381, @natimiles, @bicayaya,

@eventinelysplayground, @queengiuliettafirstlady

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[heavensenthale]

reminisce

A DoctorJackRose story by maevedarcy. Written for @polyamships' PolyamShippingDay

Huge thanks to @gender-snatched for saying yes to making this moodboard on such short notice.

READ ON AO3

Excerpt:

“I just don’t get it,” she said. “What is the point of spending a whole day cutting the saplings of your tree relatives?” “I don’t know, Rose, what was the point of the twenty-first century Christmas paper hats?” “That’s different,” she defended. “They’re tradition.” “Well, it’s tradition for the people of Cheem.” “The trees of Cheem, you mean,” Rose emphasized. She still couldn’t wrap her head around talking trees, no matter how much she had seen so far. “Be more respectful of your relatives,” said the Doctor approaching them. He was wearing a crown on his head, the tiny flowers moving in search of the light coming from above. “Technically, they should be respectful of me, shouldn’t they? I’m their ancestor after all.” Rose bit back.

[rolaplayor101]

Daffy Duck to Lola Bunny: if he's your boyfriend, then why is she my girlfriend?

Lola: and if you're his boyfriend, then why is Tina dating my girlfriend's joyfriend?

Daffy: wait what?

Lola: I forgot what we were talking about

Daffy:

Lola:

Lola: Wanna go get some shakes?

Daffy: ugh, I thought you'd never ask!

Lola, taking Daffy's arm in hers and walking: Onward, Ze Metamour! That was French, did you like it?

Daffy, waving their hand: eh, so-so

[talanashta]

There's Too Many People On This Bed!

For @polyamships September prompt "bedroom" and this prompt for the Four or More Fic-a-thon @fourormore

Rating: T | No CWs | Word Count: 707 | Pairings: Spicy Six Plus Chrissy Polycule Additional Tags: Steve's POV

This is the 1st part in what is going to be a post-S4 series about all of them; I've still got to think of a name for it [edit: the title is "my lonely days are gone". The rest of the series will be tagged with this too]

Once everyone started moving into the house, Steve had done a huge overhaul of most of the living spaces. Max needed a ground-floor, wheelchair-accessible bedroom; the young adults needed enough space to spread out when they didn’t want to be all over each other; and Steve needed a bigger bed in his room.

Well, his room needed a lot of things. The first thing Robin made him do was get rid of the plaid-on-plaid aesthetic he’d had since childhood.

“I picked it out when I was seven, Robs. Seven! Please stop getting on my case about it,” Steve pleaded.

“That means you’ve had thirteen years to change it since, and clearly, you haven’t,” she told him.

So, the wallpaper got torn down and replaced with a nice, neutral, striped wallpaper that promptly got covered in four people’s worth of wall decor. Chrissy and Robin put polaroids and mementos up, Eddie put up a few band posters and hung his guitars, and Steve just put up a mirror. What could he say, he was a simple guy.

The bed got swapped for a king-sized now that they were trying to sleep four people in there. Most days (especially when Eddie was being a bed hog), it was still a tight squeeze, but Steve wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’d spent most of his childhood and teen years in this house feeling lonely, but now it was so full of life, he didn’t get a moment’s peace. The kids were in and out at all hours of the day, all the young adults of the Party lived here, and the older adults would come over every once in a while for barbecues and family dinners and parties.

He’d never felt so loved and cared about. Most nights in their new bed, all four of them would cram in like sardines, protecting each other from the nightmares that came from everything they’d been through.

The bed sharing had started a long time ago as just him and Robin having sleepovers when they could get away with it. They couldn’t bear to be parted for too long. After spring break and Vecna, slowly Eddie and (occasionally, when she could get away from her mother) Chrissy would join them, until, after graduation, both decided to move in full time.

However, sometimes there were snags in the bed sharing. Like tonight, when Steve woke up to the sound of someone trying to open the bedroom door quietly. He blearily opened his eyes and looked to see Argyle standing in the doorway.

“Hey, brochacho,” he whispered to Steve. “Can I join you guys? I’m having a hard time sleeping with Jon and Nancy out of town.”

Steve just nodded at him, pulled Eddie closer to free up the edge of the bed, and went back to sleep.

Only to wake up just a short while later to an elbow in the ribs.

After he rearranged Robin’s limbs to be less jabby, he dozed off again.

Only to wake up again, this time with Eddie half on top of him, and not in a nice snuggly way, in a trying-to-smother-him way.

Okay, so he got Eddie readjusted and fell asleep again.

He gave up after he woke up a third time with Argyle’s hair in his mouth. Wasn’t Eddie between them? He looked for Eddie, only to find him wiggled about halfway down the bed with his face buried in Argyle’s stomach.

Steve let out a deep sigh and slowly maneuvered himself out of bed. He tip-toed across the hall to what Eddie called the Sex Dungeon, but was really just a spare bedroom that they would use to not sexile anyone from their actual bedroom.

There, Steve sprawled out on the bed, limbs askew. He sighed again, this time in relief, and dozed off, enjoying having this much bed space to himself.

And woke up again when Robin flopped herself on top of him.

“Missed you, dingus,” he heard her mutter, already most of the way back to sleep.

Steve just stared at the ceiling for far too long, before giving up on sleep for the night and holding Robin for the last hour or so until it was time to get up.

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[big4andfriends]

Hiccup/Jack/Astrid manips for @polyamships monthly prompt of "Calendar"

Hiccup and Astrid celebrate Snoggletog every year, as citizens of Berk. Jack can't join them every year, as he has obligations around the world, and the Guardians often need his help around their major holidays. But when they can get together, they always make time for Jack <3

[canadianlucifer]

What if things were different?

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I thought it was kinda sad and fucked up that Takizawa never even got a promotion so you know what! Amon never went after Kaneki, Eto never showed up, and they all got promoted for their hard work <3

[insecateur]

happy frenchflagshipping day!! 💙🤍❤️

this month's @polyamships polyamshipping day theme was food, so i drew them sharing coffee! i also wrote a ficlet in french if you want to check it out!

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Bedroom Logistics - Frankie Dart/Britta Perry/Michelle Slater

A/N: The latest @polyamships polyshippingday prompt brought this out of me... no idk either.

Britta Perry would tell you she’s used to being alone in a bedroom, she would be telling the truth but she also would not be admitting how much she hates being alone. Sleeping in a tent then on a sofa, even a fold-out sofa, had made her a little more easily upset by being alone. Michelle Slater would tell you she’s used to being alone in a bedroom, she hated it. She’s honest about it, honest enough it seems obvious when Britta moves in that they should start to share a bedroom. It was simple, right? But then if that was sensible what were they going to do about Frankie? Frankie Dart would not lie. She would tell you she’s used to being alone in the bedroom, she would tell you she hated it, she would admit she wanted more. So when Britta tentatively approaches her at the same time as Michelle, admitting she needs them both, she assumes they will share a bedroom. So when she gets there she will face the truth that none of them had known what to expect… The day ends with Britta tucked between them. Michelle’s touch soft in the girl’s curling blonde hair even as Frankie pulls the blankets and duvet over them all, smiling at the sleepy murmur of contentment it draws from Britta. This, they all know, is the right choice, the perfect bedroom arrangement for them all.

[xviruserrorx]

"Is it the smell of power in the room? I think this will never shift from me to you. My spot is taken, try different view." - Distressor by Gothic Tropic

For @polyamships polyshipday #31 "De-stress" (And a teeny tiny fic to go with it if it so Interests you)

[polyamships]

[ID: “Polyam Shipping Day / 14th of every month”. Next to the text is a red infinity sign that finishes in a heart on top. Above the text are rows of stylized hearts in the colors of both versions of the polyam pride flag (black, red, bright blue, light green, dark green, light blue, navy). /end ID]

September 14th 2024 is our 42nd Polyam Shipping Day.

The optional theme for it is: 🛏️ Bedroom 🫣

It's time for you to dust off those And-they-were-roommates! AUs. Or maybe write about what happens when there's only one bed (bad thing) vs only one bed (good thing). This can be about a polycule's first house together and how they decide their sleeping arrangements: How do they decide how many rooms they need? Is there a system in place? Maybe they've bought a giant bed and they're assembling it themselves and hilarity ensues. Has any of your characters redesigned a bedroom for a new partner? Given them space somehow (like giving someone a drawer as a relationship step)? Of course, you can always make this smutty and write about all the naughty things that can happen in a bedroom. Or maybe you decide to go the horror route and write your characters trapped in a bedroom and whether they get out or not. Perhaps you want to write the first time the polycule visits one their families and have them stay in their childhood room, or about being invited into a partner's bedroom for the first time. Or perhaps you're in an Angst mood and want to write about your polycule's last night together before something terrible happens: do they sleep? do they stay up all night talking? do they say their goodbyes? does one of them watch the rest sleep before leaving for Reasons?

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We’ll be tracking #PolyamShippingDay, and keeping an eye out for any @polyamships mentions too. We will reblog any polyam-positive fanworks featuring polyamorous ships of any configuration/type from any fandom. All ratings are welcome but anything nsfw/triggery should be warned for and behind a read more, as should very long tumblr fic.

You can also submit works directly to the blog or send us asks to let us know to check your blog for a post. If you’re posting on AO3, our collection name is ‘PolyamShippingDay‘ and you can post to the collection here. Only fanworks submitted/@ us on tumblr or in the official AO3 collection, or fanworks posted to our Dreamwidth community, are guaranteed to be included in our roundup. Please also let us know what prompt you created for, if any - people are always welcome to create for past prompts instead.

We have a Discord - invite here - if you want a place to chat about your ships or what you’re creating for them.

We look forward to seeing what people create for it. If you’re enthused about the day, we’d be especially appreciative of any reblogs to help spread the word about the event.

[fang-and-feather]

Ikemen Vampire - Jean d'Arc x Vincent van Gogh x Reader

Words: 1,132

Summary: Jean can't help but still question his feelings for these two little lights that kept coming back to illuminate his life, but he also can't help but be drawn to them

Notes: this first chapter is a little angstier than my usual due to Jean's internal conflict. I don't know what possessed me while writing this one or to even have the idea to start this in this way...

Written for Polyam Shipping Day Prompt: Conflict from @polyamships

The Jean/Vincent pairing was inspired by @koco-coko (although I vaguely remember reading something with them on AO3, back before I was even a writer for this fandom) and I've been meaning to write it for a while, hope you don't mind me going along with the idea and that I went along with a xReader triad (is it a surprise to anyone at this point?)

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Jean had never been in love; he wasn’t sure what it felt like. But if he had to guess, that was exactly what he was feeling. He could give no other name to this.

Except that this couldn’t be love. Love was supposed to be such a pure feeling. This? This was temptation. Sin.

First sin was to fall in love with someone else’s woman.

You had been forced back through an incident; he didn’t expect you to return to what you had before, as if you had never left, but you did. What changed was for him when, by a twist of fate, Jean found himself spending a lot of time with you as you tried to teach him to write.

Vincent didn’t seem to mind so much. Although it wasn’t unusual for him to bring his sketchbook, sit at a distance and stay around until you were done. Jean felt a little guilty for taking so much of your time, but both of you were very reassuring whenever he voiced said guilt.

Then he found out what Vincent was so intently sketching. Most of his drawings were of you, but there were some of Jean himself.

Second sin was to fall in love with another man.

Vincent had already asked to paint Jean before, a little after Jean arrived at the mansion. He’d been a little insistent, until Theo got angry at Jean for continuously refusing his brother.

After the sketches, Vincent asked again, with you supporting him. And Jean couldn’t deny the two of you. Although you would say he didn’t need to, he thought it was a way he could repay you for all you were doing for him.

And that led to more time spent with both of you. And all the time spent with either of you was conflicting for Jean. You kept telling him how beautiful he was, or kind, or that he deserved forgiveness, deserved to live, and sometimes Jean caught himself wanting to believe.

Then he would realize his feelings once more, and how could he?

But was it still wrong when he wasn’t exclusively interested in him? When they would share a woman?

Probably.

Third sin was probably to fall in love with two people at the same time.

In fact, he wasn’t even sure if that was a sin, but it had to be wrong somehow. There was no way it was normal, and he would have judged it impossible had it not happened to him.

Was it so wrong, though? How could love be wrong?

Was it even love? How could a monster like him love someone?

He tried to run away then. From these questions. From your light and all its - in his mind, false - hope. He tried. But he was attracted to your light like a moth, and you reached back for him.

How could loving you be a sin, when you were so close to angels? That was how anyone would describe Vincent. And although that wasn’t attributed to you in words, they all loved you, and you were a light in everyone’s lives, helping each one of them heal from their own darkness.

But he was the one both of you chose to give your love to.

So, how could it be wrong? Would you make that choice even if it was wrong?

“Love is not a choice. Neither is it right nor wrong.” You spoke up, and Jean realized he’d asked it aloud.

“Is it another difference from your time?”

“My time is more accepting, but I won’t say it’s considered right. And maybe they’re right. Maybe it is wrong. But, as I said, it’s not a choice. Neither is it enough to condemn us.”

“I was conflicted too, when I started noticing these feelings. We’re not trying to say your views are wrong.” Vincent added. “We will understand if you don’t want to do this. But love is love, and our love is true. Never doubt that.”

Jean looked away from the two of you, with your bright, hopeful eyes and your all encompassing light, which was always too bright for him, but he couldn’t escape this time.

His gaze landed, unfortunately - or maybe fortunately, he would find out - on the painting Vincent had just presented him. The picture Jean thought looked nothing like him. Too bright. Too happy.

But Vincent said that was how he saw Jean, and doubting that would be doubting everything Vincent lived for. Because that was how Vincent painted; with that light he saw in everything.

“How do you know?”

“Because it is the same love we have for each other. I wasn’t sure it was possible, but this is the truth, and it will never change. But we’ll pretend this didn’t happen if you want to.”

“We just want to see you happy.” Vincent took one of his hands; his grip light enough for Jean to pull away if he wanted to.  “But we had to let you know. To see our side of the story.”He motioned at the painting with his other hand. “And I wanted you to see the you that we see. Beautiful, body and soul.”

This time you reached out, hand resting on his cheek, thumb wiping away a tear.

“And even if you step away now, we’ll still be your friends.” Your hand aliped down slowly, coming to rest on his chest. “We’ll protect your heart. Your light. For as long as you live. Because we’ll always love you, at the distance you deem appropriate.”

You always said such hopeful things to him, which made him feel happier every time. But now, his heart felt so full, almost overflowing with love for you.

A part of him still wanted to run and hide from all your light. All the hope. All the love he didn’t deserve, and that he wasn’t so sure it was right. Instead, he wrapped an arm around your waist, his hold on Vincent’s hand tightened, and he pulled both of you to him, then hugged you.

Maybe he was a fool for it, but he wanted to accept your love and tell you how he felt. He wanted to hope for the future by your side.

He couldn’t formulate the words right now. Maybe it would take some time before he could. But here, with you, he believed both of you had been sent into his life to give him a second chance.

Could he believe that? Could he dare hope for tomorrow? Would he really be forgiven?

Maybe he would always be conflicted like that, but you would always be there for him to reach out to whenever he had doubts. Whenever the darkness wanted to consume him again. The two people he loved more than anything.

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[purpleyin]

Grishaverse moodboards: Malkolina (Alina/Mal/Nikolai) - Post-S2

Made for April 2023 @polyamships Polyam Shipping Day.

[rolaplayor101]

Seriously WHY is it so hard to find screenshots of all three of them in frame together?? Why???

Anyway it’s Polyamshippingday! So here’s the monthly polyam qpr sorikai featuring demibiromantic ace Riku, Bi oriented aroace Sora, and their girlfriend Kairi <33 The prompt today was Laugh! @polyamships

[bisexualshakespeare]

They save the day and Elora and Airk go off into the sunset together just like Graydon knew they would. But they’re still friends. Maybe even more than they were before because Elora doesn’t hesitate to put an arm around him at dinner or compliment his magic while they sit close around the fire. And when Elora and Airk get into a fight, he's the one she runs to. AKA the infidelity AU

say hello to my infidelity-turns-to-polyamory Graydon Lives And Then Has a Lot of Sex AU

[kuschelkissen-art]

Finally made it in time for one of @polyamships Polyam Shipping Days! 😁 (it's just after midnight here, so it's the 14th!)

Chapter 15 - WEATHER

Like always, the first snow got Kansuke into a cranky mood. He never had been a big fan of winter, but being trapped under an avalanche certainly hadn't helped with that. So when he saw the thick flakes falling down to earth, he started grumbling into his beard and restlessly walking around in the house, keeping himself busy.

Yui and Taka'aki did what they could to distract him and lighten his mood, but Kansuke didn't make it easy for them.

It wasn't like they didn't understand him. The trauma he had gone through still stuck to his mind and body, and even though the department had forced him to see a therapist at first, talking about these things had never come easy to him. On top of that, snow meant ice and ice meant slippery ground. Being dependent on his crutch, this made things needlessly harder for him, and the fact that the cold made his scars ache and itch soured his mood even more.

So it was obvious that his mood wasn't going to improve in the near future, and Taka'aki already prepared mentally for the arguments that would eventually come.

Yui, on the other hand, had different plans. When they left the house to go to work, dressed in warm jackets, scarves, and boots, she kneeled down and pushed some snow together.

Taka'aki watched her with interest, raising an eyebrow when she formed a snowball out of it. "Do you really think this is a good idea?" he asked lowly, his eyes looking for Kansuke, who had almost reached the car already, trying to escape the cold.

Yui just grinned. "Leave it to me." And then she threw the ball, watching as it burst into powder again on Kansuke's back.

"Hey!" Kansuke glared at her. "What're you doing?!"

Yui, though, was already forming the next snowball. "Come on, Kan-chan. Look around, it's beautiful. Doesn't it remind you of your childhood?"

Kansuke made a face. "Yeah, it does, and it was already cold and wet back then!"

With a chuckle, Yui threw the snowball in his direction, missing him by just a few centimetres.

"Hey! Stop that!"

"You used to have fun with us in the snow, Kan-chan!" She pouted, making another one. "Have you already forgotten about all of that, old man?"

"Old- what?! I'm not old! I- stop laughing, Koumei, you're the same age as me!"

Taka'aki barely hid the laughter as he, too, bent down to form a snowball. "Kansuke-kun, we need to work a bit if we want to keep up with our young girlfriend." He hadn't been sure about this, and usually the thought of having a snowball fight wouldn't have occured to him, but seeing Kansuke's face had made it clear that this was the right decision. He tried to hide it, but Kansuke was having fun.

"Oh, stop it!" Yui threw the ball against his chest. "I'm not that much younger than you either!"

Taka'aki raised his hand in defence. "Show mercy, Yui-kun! I was trying to help you here." When she bent down to make another snowball, he raised his own but decided against it, looking at Kansuke instead.

"Koumei, I dare you!" Kansuke growled.

"Oh, is that so?" Taka'aki smiled, but there was something malicious in that smile. "Well, then I will accept your challenge." And with that, the snowball flew in Kansuke's direction, missing him at arm's length.

"Oh, is that so?!" Kansuke mocked Taka'aki's tone. "Well, fine then!" He couldn't crouch down easily with his bad leg, but since he was already at the car, he just grabbed two hands full of snow from the hood and pressed them into a firm ball. "Then let me show you how to aim!"

"Uff!" Taka'aki huffed when the snowball hit his shoulder. "And here I thought I'd be nice and spare you, Kansuke-kun. But if you want to fight, well, have it your way."

Yui laughed and watched them throwing snowballs at each other for a bit before she moved to the side and started making more ammunition. Then she threw them at her men. "Don't you dare playing without me~" She threw a ball into the air and caught it again.

Kansuke snorted. "Don't assume I won't hit you just because you're a girl!"

Yui's smile widened into a grin. He had said these same words to her back then when they had still been children, and he had been utterly sorry when she had started crying after being hit in the face with a powdery snowball.

But that was the past. She'd show him. "Bring it on then!"

For the next ten minutes, a battle went down of each of them fighting the other – though Taka'aki concentrated his forces more onto Kansuke than Yui, who had her hands full with fighting off Kansuke.

In the end, Kansuke leant onto his crutch, breathing heavily, but his sour expression gone. Instead, he was grinning. "Will you give up now?"

Taka'aki, just as breathless as Kansuke, straightened his shoulders. Give up? Did he really just ask that? He opened his mouth when he heard Yui groan. Just as he turned his head to look at her, she let herself fall back into the snow.

"Wow, who would've thought fighting you two old men would be so exhausting??"

"Still going on, huh?" Kansuke limped over and just when he stood over her, grinned. "Well, shouldn't have started something you had no chance of winning~" And with that he held out his arm and opened his hand, letting cold powder sprinkle on her face.

"AH!" She shrieked and rolled to the side and away from him. "Unfair, Kan-chan!!"

He just laughed. "Well. Now that we're all thoroughly wet and cold, let's get inside and warm up again."

"We will be late for work," Taka'aki replied, and Kansuke just shrugged.

"Everyone else will be as well, since everyone else has to shovel snow and wait for the snowplough to get through."

Taka'aki looked at the snowy street and sighed. "Alright."

Yui took their hands and pulled them inside. The mood had increased drastically for now, and she was happy about her successful plan.

End~

I've wanted to write a snowball fight for a while now, and this prompt just came at the right time.