Thursday: 100 Words on... Heat Waves

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Hey friends. Is summer over yet? It's so hot. I’m sherlockian_syn and today's summer theme is the dreaded heat wave. Prompts can be anything related to heat - as long as it has to do with something being hot, it flies. Fills should be at least 100 words or any multiple of 100. Get creative with it, and keep your fans on full blast!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
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If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, an unbearable heat wave in London
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, "It's so hot, you could fry an egg on the sidewalk."
+ Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ any, Rodney does not tolerate heat well

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tag=heat wave

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[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any, any, watching Christmas/winter movies during a heat wave

[roswellnm42.livejournal.com]

Any,any/any, someome takes their shirt off in the heat and ends up turning the other person on in a sexual way.

Fill: Original fic James "Jimmy" Bogart/Desmond Richard

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

"God, it is stinking hot in here!" Desmond complained as he removed his t-shirt and tossed it behind him. "When did you say the AC would get fixed?"

"The guy is booked up solid til Monday," Jimmy answered appreciating his lover's toned torso.

"Christ!" Desmond groaned. "I'm gonna be a pile of melted goo by then."

"You are being over dramatic," Jimmy firmly told him trying to convince himself not to pounce Desmond. "Especially for someone who grew up in this climate."

"Northern Louisana is a little bit cooler than New Orleans," Desmond reminded Jimmy.

"If you say so," Jimmy muttered. "Just go jump in the pool."

"I would, but somebody forgot to clean it this week," Desmond tossed back.

"Go sit in front of a fan," Jimmy snapped his annoyance at Desmond's whining over-powering his desire for the other man.

"Fine," Desmond grumped. He stripped down to his birthday suit and wandered out of Jimmy's office.

Jimmy swore. He picked up Desmond's clothes and tossed them into their bedroom. "He is going to be the death of me one of these days," he muttered to himself as he left the room with Desmond's robe.

"What was that, James?" Desmond inquired appearing out of nowhere.

"Nothing, asshole," Jimmy growled throwing the robe at Desmond. "Don't call me James and here's your damn robe."

Desmond took the robe with a knowing smirk.

Jimmy hated that smirk because it meant that Desmond knew how close Jimmy was to pouncing him.

"What's the matter?" Desmond teased. "Does me being naked set your blood on fire?"

"If you don't want to be fucked into the nearest flat surface, you better back off," Jimmy warned him.

"Maybe, I want that," Desmond purred and pulled Jimmy into a loose embrace before dipping his head and kissing him.

"And, maybe hell has a chance of freezing over," Jimmy retorted after breaking the kiss and pulling away. "Now, leave me be so I can go clean the pool."

Desmond chuckled.

Jimmy bit back a snarky retort and fled outside to perform the one chore he hated the most.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Good Omens (TV or book), Crowley(+/ Aziraphale), Crowley likes a heatwave but his plants Do Not

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

(Hopefully, this is in the spirit of the prompt.)

Crowley smiled as he joined Aziraphale on the walkway outside of his house. He was enjoying the July heatwave that had much of humanity bitching and whining, and otherwise wishing for winter.

He softly chuckled at his neighbor who as the man hurried into the blessed coolness of his house.

Aziraphale shook his head at Crowley's amusement.

"What?" Crowley inquired regarding the angel over the top of his sunglasses.

"Just admiring your dark sense of humor," Aziraphale informed him.

"Right," Crowley muttered. After so many centuries as friends, Aziraphale could still perplex him.

"I know you are enjoying this heat," his fellow immortal said changing the subject of their conversation. "But your plants aren't. They could stand to be watered."

Crowley walked over to the tiny garden he had planted outside his house. He immediately noticed that many of the plants were wilting in the heat. "I forgot to water them this morning and now it is too hot to do so without harming them," he told Aziraphale.

"Hopefully, they can hold out until cools down later and you can water them," Aziraphale quietly commented.

"What are we to do in the meantime then?" Crowley asked.

"Get a couple of frozen lollies and watch they children play in the sprinklers at the park," Aziraphale suggested.

"What a wonderful idea," Crowley remarked and headed off to the park with Aziraphale following close behind.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, "you want to have sex...now....in this heat? Aw, hell no!"

Fill: Original fic James "Jimmy" Bogart/Desmond Richard

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

"Get off me," Desmond growled. It was too hot to have his lover sitting in his lap wanting sex.

"But...." Jimmy whined grinding his ass against Desmond's semi-hard erection. "I love you and you said later. It's later."

"You want to have sex now?!" Desmond exclaimed. "In this heat?!"

"Sure, why not?"

"You're crazy," Desmond muttered trying to will his erection down.

"We can cool off in the pool afterwards," Jimmy suggested.

"Not just no, butt hell no!" Desmond snapped and pushed Jimmy out of his lap.

He stood up and tried to head for the bathroom where a cold shower would take care of his pressing problem.

Jimmy followed him and pinned him against the vanity. "This," he purred carressing Desmond's cloth covered erection. "Is only going to go away in one of two ways."

"Really?" Desmond snarked and groaned when Jimmy squeezed him.

"Yes."

"Enlighten me."

"One you wank off in your cold shower or two I blow you," Jimmy told him. "I know which one I would prefer."

"I hate you so much right now," Desmond muttered giving into his building desire.

"You'll soon be changing your mind," Jimmy purred as he dropped to his knees.

Knowing he would come before Jimmy could swallow him down, Desmond concentrated on their ugly shower curtain vowing to replace it the next day..

*&*

"Well, you can scratch off sex during a heatwave of your bucket list," Jimmy teased from the farside of the pool.

"Shut up, asshole," Desmond grumbled before splashing water at his annoying lover.

Jimmy splashed him back starting a water battle of wills.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, weechesters, playing in the sprinklers on a hot day

Fill: Dean + Sam + OCs (600)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

It was hot enough to fry an egg on the pavement, not that Dean or Sammy had any eggs to test that out with. They’d ventured out from the motel in their swim trunks, scratchy towels over their shoulders, in search of a pool. Only the town pool was closed for repairs.

“I’m thirsty,” Sammy complained, trudging up the hot sidewalk next to Dean. “Can we get something?”

“No money,” Dean replied.

He’d spent the last of what Dad had left them on cereal, milk, and Spaghetti-Os. He might be able to steal something out of the motel vending machine, if he could snake his arm in without getting it stuck.

“Dean, look!”

One of the big houses on the street had a sprinkler going in the front yard, the kind that looked like an octopus with water shooting out of the arms. A girl in a purple two-piece bathing suit was running in and out of the spray, laughing.

Before Dean could stop him, Sammy went running up the lawn, tossing his towel aside.

“Can I play?” he asked the girl, who looked like she might be a little older.

“Sam! You can’t –”

“Sure!” the girl said.

Dean watched them for a minute, torn about what he should do, and then someone called out to him from the front porch. Dad would tan his hide if he knew Dean had been so unaware of his surroundings!

“Come on up here, son,” the man on the porch said.

Dean considered just grabbing Sammy and running all the way back to the motel, but he knew that would draw the wrong kind of attention on them. So he went, stopping on the bottom step. Out of arm’s reach.

“Yes, sir?”

“I haven’t seen you boys around the neighborhood. You visiting family?”

“No, sir. We’re staying at the motel with our dad. We were going to the pool but it’s closed.”

It was always best to stick with the truth when he could, Dean had learned. Making up elaborate lies was the quickest way to get tripped up.

Behind him, Sammy and the girl were splashing each other and laughing without a care in the world. For one brief moment Dean felt a flare of resentment. Sometimes he hated being the oldest.

“We didn’t mean to impose,” he said.

The man studied him for a long moment before nodding his head. “It’s not an imposition on such a hot day. Kira doesn’t have any brothers or sisters to play with, so she’ll be happy to share the sprinkler with you. Kira! You play nice now!”

“Okay, Daddy!” the girl called back.

Dean still hesitated, but when Kira’s dad just settled back on his porch chair and started reading, he figured it was safe enough to join Sammy.

“Tag! You’re it!” Kira shouted, slapping Dean on the arm.

For the next hour or so they played tag and chase and a thousand other games as they ran in and out of the sprinkler’s spray. It felt so nice in the oppressive heat. And then Kira’s dad brought out lunch on the shady porch, sandwiches and lemonade and ice pops.

It was a pretty perfect day, but in the back of Dean’s mind he was ticking down the minutes until they’d have to leave and go back to the motel. Back to the room with the wheezing air conditioner and stale sheets and no dad to make them sandwiches or watch them while they played.

“You boys are welcome back any time,” Kira’s dad said. “Bring your dad.”

Dean really wished they could.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, an unbearable heat wave in London

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“It’s too hot!” John moaned.

“We need a fan,” Sherlock replied.

“We had a fan until you decided to see whether one could have been the murder weapon and dismantled ours, only to prove it couldn’t have been; by which time the fan was no longer of any use.”

“Perhaps Mrs Hudson?”

“Not a chance. Also, we don’t have any ice cubes since someone decided to put them in my socks.”

“Putting socks in the fridge is supposed to help.”

“Not when you leave iced socks on my bed and they melt, so all I have is a damp sheet.”

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, "It's so hot, you could fry an egg on the sidewalk."

Fill: 200, ensemble

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“It is never this hot in Valhalla,” Thor said.

“Nor in Wakanda,” T’challa agreed.

They were sitting on the balcony, sweating and fanning themselves.

Bucky said, “It’s so hot, you could fry an egg on the pavement.”

Thor perked up. “Is that possible?”

Tony said, “We should try it. For science. Right?” He nudged Stephen and Bruce.

“For science,” Bruce agreed.

Peter bit his lip. “Miss Natasha said we have to stay inside.”

Tony pushed himself to his feet. “We’re only going to the sidewalk. Let’s go get some eggs.”

Steve disentangled himself from Bucky’s side, went and knocked on the wall. “Mr. Jarvis, where can we get some eggs?”

“Eggs are in the dairy refrigerator in the kitchen on the first floor, Captain Rogers.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jarvis. You don’t have to call me Captain Rogers while I’m little.”

“Miss Romanov assures me you will all be yourselves soon.”

Tony was already heading for the elevator. “Let’s get some eggs!”

The others followed him.

Sam and Natasha burst onto the balcony.

“I thought they were with you,” Sam protested.

Natasha sighed. “And I thought they were with you. Jarvis, where are Tony and the others?”

“Frying eggs. For science.”

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ any, Rodney does not tolerate heat well

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, trying to find ways to cool off

Fill 1/2: Western AU (900)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

It was hot.

Not just regular hot, which Danny had gotten used to, but melted butter on a griddle hot. The air shimmered with the heat and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky to offer respite from the sun. The main thoroughfare through town had been watered down some, but there was still plenty of sifting dust sifting.

Steve, naturally, looked fresh as a daisy.

“Could you at least pretend to be effected by the heat?” Danny complained, fanning himself with his hat. It was negligibly cooler in the jail because the walls were stone instead of wood.

“It’s a dry heat,” Steve replied.

“Oh, well, that makes me feel much better, thank you. Dry heat. Just because I’m not sweating buckets doesn’t mean I’m not slowly baking to death here. I’ll just mummify instead of turning into a gooey corpse.”

Steve looked up from the dime novel he was reading – no doubt more unlikely heroics from Nicodemus Legend – and frowned.

“Gooey?”

“Yes, gooey. As in full of goo. Which, as you so kindly mentioned, isn’t an issue anymore because of the dry heat.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “You’re so cranky.”

Danny tossed his hat on the desk, ready to lean into a discussion about who was and wasn’t actually the cranky one in their partnership, when the door opened and young Tanner stuck his head in.

“Better come quick, Sheriff. Ms. Haney’s got her gun out!”

Danny clapped his hat back on his head and got up so he could strap on his rig. “That woman is a menace.”

“Could be worse,” Steve replied, already halfway out the door.

For once, he was right. Sometimes high temperatures led to high tempers, and there’d been more than one altercation brought on by the heat that had ended lives. Kay Haney wasn’t homicidal – probably – so it wouldn’t be hard to talk her down and restore order. Thankfully most of the town seemed to be drowsing its way through the current heatwave.

“He sent back my eggs!” Kay said, shotgun pointed dead center of Willie Pine, the banker. “Weren’t nothin’ wrong with ‘em!”

Ms. Haney’s was the only restaurant in town, serving breakfast and supper most days, and Willie had made a grave error sending his plate back.

“Mr. Pine?” Steve asked. “What was wrong with the eggs?”

“They were runny,” he replied. He looked completely unruffled for having a gun pointed at his person.

“It’s hot in the kitchen!” Kay snapped. “You could’a ate ‘em.”

Willie snorted. “At these prices? I don’t think so.”

Kay’s face turned even redder than it already had been and Steve reached out and grabbed the barrel of the shotgun, pointing it up at the ceiling. “Let it go, Ms. Haney.”

“Quarter for a full egg breakfast is a steal!” she shouted at Willie. “You penny-pinching miser!”

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Danny said. “Mr. Pine, pay Ms. Haney for the eggs. Even if you didn’t eat them, she still cooked them. Ms. Haney, we’re confiscating your shotgun until you learn not to point it at people who aren’t actively trying to rob you.”

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m, You give me fever when you kiss me (Peggy Lee)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, any/any, It’s like a heat wave / burning up my heart (Heat Wave - Linda Ronstadt)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any,

Whenever he calls my name
Soft, low, sweet, and plain
Right then, right there, I feel that burning flame
(Martha and the Vandellas)

Fill: IronStrange 200

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

“Tony?”

Tony felt a distinct warmth emanating from the pit of his stomach, spreading through his body, into his limbs, his neck, his cheeks. Ridiculous, that someone saying his name out loud would make him feel this way.

But this someone was Stephen Strange, and it was proof that the two of them had come a long way since Protecting your reality, douchebag, and Unlike everyone else in your life, I don't work for you.

Mostly, they still referred to each other by their last names. It was utilitarian and straight-forward, didn’t mean anything other than getting the other’s attention. Sometimes Tony called him Doc or some word play on Stephen’s title of Sorcerer Supreme. Stephen had his own jokes, mostly in reference to McDonald’s colors or Tony’s insane amount of wealth.

But when the joking stopped, when it was just Tony and Stephen, there was an intimacy there that spoke volumes between them. It never failed to take Tony’s breath away.

“Yes, Stephen?”

“We should probably eat.”

Tony watched as Stephen stood up and stretched, muscles taut for a few moments, before relaxing and fading into a fatigued posture.

“Pizza?”

“Deli.”

Tony smiled. “Can we ever agree on anything?”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Any, like a moth to a flame

Fill: McLorne 300

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Rodney heard the gentle clink of something being set down on his desk. He glanced to his left and saw a steaming cup of coffee. Without thinking, he picked up the mug and took greedy gulps. He checked his watch. It was late - too late for coffee, if you believed in that sort of thing.

He looked up and saw Major Evan Lorne standing next to him, grinning.

“Was that a bad idea, Doc?”

Rodney shook his head emphatically. “No. No, it was the best idea anyone’s had all day.” He took another sip, appreciating how dark the blend was, how strongly it had been brewed.

Lorne hadn’t left, had instead pulled up a stool next to Rodney’s desk, like he had nowhere to go.

“Isn’t it a little late for you?” Rodney asked.

Lorne shrugged. “I’m a bit of a night owl. Need a human lightswitch for anything?”

Rodney looked around. “Not...really.”

“Oh,” Lorne nodded, “What are you working on?”

“Why are you here?” It sounded more rude than he’d meant once the words had left Rodney’s mouth, but Lorne didn’t seem bothered by it. In fact, he looked amused.

“Just thought I’d bring you coffee, maybe spend some time with you. Do you want me to go?”

“No!” Rodney answered, perhaps a little too quickly. “I just...not a lot of people willingly spend time with me. That’s all.”

Lorne smiled, and in combination with his charming dimples and impossibly blue eyes, Rodney found himself a little flustered.

“What can I say, Doc? I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame.”

Rodney felt his face grow hot. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Rodney looked way from Lorne and into his empty coffee cup. “Would you want to go get...more coffee? And go somewhere else?”

“I’d love to.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, sunburn

Fill 400

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

“I knew I should’ve asked if you’d put on sunscreen.”

John sat on the edge of their coffee table, carefully applying an aloe vera moisturizer to Sherlock’s sunburnt face.

“I can do this myself you know,” Sherlock muttered.

“We both know you won’t though. Now hold still.”

Surprisingly, Sherlock did as he was told and remained silent. John continued gently smoothing the cream into Sherlock’s skin. Sherlock sighed quietly in relief, and John ignored the fact that the sound was probably making his own skin turn pink.

“Now,” John cleared his throat, “You might want to do this next bit yourself, since it will be easier to do without your shirt on -”

Sherlock unbuttoned his shirt and flung it onto the couch in a matter of seconds. He winced once the pain of moving around actually registered in his brain.
“Do you mind? I won’t be able to reach some of the spots on my back -”

John cleared his throat again. “No that’s - it’s - fine.” He took the bottle of deep green aloe vera gel and began applying cooling layers to all the deep red patches on Sherlock’s bare chest, shoulders, and neck. John tried to ignore the fact that Sherlock had closed his eyes and seemed to not be bothered by how close John was to him.

“Okay, that should be...good.” John stood up from the table.

Sherlock opened his eyes. “Mmm. What now?”

“Well, you should probably have some water. It’s likely you’re dehydrated. Does it still hurt?”

Sherlock shifted around on the sofa. “A little.”

“I’ll get you a pain reliever then - and a towel, so you can lie down on the sofa without getting aloe all over it.”

John shuffled around the flat and returned with one of Sherlock’s towels, a large cup of ice water, and a couple of small pills. He spread the towel out on the couch, and handed Sherlock the water and the pills. Sherlock swallowed the meds unceremoniously and took a small sip of water before curling up on the towel-covered couch.

“Right,” John muttered, and collapsed in his armchair.

“Thank you, John.” Sherlock’s voice was so small and quiet that if the rest of the flat hadn’t also been quiet in that moment, John would have missed it.

“You’re welcome,” John replied, “Just remember to wear sunscreen.”

“Duly noted. Telly?” Sherlock asked.

“Only if you drink some more water.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any vampire, missing the warmth of the sun

Fill: Original Fiction/Dakotah+Sierra/557 words/PG

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Er, I have a bad habit of losing the thread of the prompt, sorry.

--

Sierra stepped up behind Dakotah and pressed her face to his shoulder. “Whatcha thinking about,” she asked.

He smiled, inhaling the earthy scent of her body. She had to have been doing some kind of spell work before coming to find him because she usually smelled of baby powder and citrus, not sage and mint. There was never a dull moment when you lived with a witch.

Or a vampire for that matter.

“Dakotah?”

“Sorry,” he said, turning around to take her into his arms. “It wasn’t anything serious, I promise.”

“Oh,” she said, snuggling deeper into his embrace. “That’s good to hear.” Sierra went quiet for a moment before sighing. “I’m starting to hate the summer less and less.”

“Really,” Dakotah drawled. “And why is that?”

“You’re not an icicle in July,” she teased.

“It is the residual heat,” he said. “This infernal place never truly cools down. Although…”

“Although?” Sierra pulled back and looked up at him.

He tilted his gaze downward, fixing his deep blue eyes on her. “I do miss feeling the warmth of the sun’s rays on my skin.”

Sierra snorted. “It’s still ninety-seven degrees outside, honey, and it’s,” she glanced at her watch, “nearly midnight. I think that if you want to feel the glory of the desert sun, you go outside.”

A smile turned the corners of Dakotah’s mouth upward. “You’re pretty sassy for a fragile mortal.”

“Yeah, maybe,” she said, slipping out of his embrace. “But I’m your sassy mortal and you love me.”

“Indeed I do,” he said, chuckling at her confidence. “You want to go sit outside? Look at the stars?”

“Sure,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. “Maybe I can get your body temperature closer to that 98.6 degrees it ought to be.”

“I know an easier way,” he said, flashing the barest hint of fang.

“Not on your life, bloodsucker,” she joked, pulling him towards the door. “I know it’s not anything like being blinded by UV rays, but it’s still warm and comforting and amazing.”

He allowed her to pull him out of the house and into the backyard. When he’d migrated to North America, he’d sought out the desert southwest for many reasons, the sparse population of the times being high on his list of preferences. However, from the moment he arrived, he understood that the never fading heat of summer helped him seem more normal, more mortal, than in the colder climes. While winter still proved a challenge, even though temperatures were mild in the desert, it was a challenge easily enough met.

This post-sunset warmth would never compare to the real thing – the tingling of skin under the rays, or the stinging rage of a sunburn – but it did make him feel the tiniest bit human in the moment. When your moments were as few and far between as his were, you grabbed them when you could and held on tight.

“You’re thinking too much,” Sierra called, disappearing into the darkness of the yard. With a flick of a switch, the backyard firepit came to life, bathing her in its warm glow. There was no need for a fire, but he appreciated her thoughtfulness and moved to join her.

“You are too good to me,” he whispered.

“Yeah, I know,” she laughed. “But you’re worth it.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, heat lightning

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated, Mystery Incorporated, trying to solve a mystery during a heat wave proves difficult

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers +/ Any,

We're having a heatwave, a tropical, a tropical heatwave
The way that I move, that thermometer grooves
(Irving Berlin)

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Mcu, mbaku /bucky barns, all those clothes you must be dying from the heat

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John Winchester, /Dean Winchester, going to the water park on the hottest day of thr year

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

One direction rpf, girl zayn mailk /Harry styles, she is a regular at the local pool he is a lifeguard and she gets heatstroke at the local pool

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

The punisher, frank castle /Amy bendix, while in hiding the heat makes them see things

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Twilight, Jacob black /Carlisle Cullen, the heat bothers his wolf and he goes to the doctor

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Mad Max: Fury Road, Max Rocatansky, Crazy From the Heat (David Lee Roth)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

the Buffyverse, Connor Reilly, 'it's hotter than hell and I would know. I was raised in one.'