Torsdag - Four Seasons

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

A slightly earlier good morning to you all today, I'll be out of the house all day and I'd rather have the post up early than late. Today we are finishing up this week of themes with Four Seasons... lazy summer days, chilled fall walk or blistering winter weather, there is room for all today so go out and prompt!

The rules are as always as follows:

* Only three prompts from a fandom
* Only five prompts in a row
* If one gets filled you can leave a new one
* No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication
* If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly and leave spoilerspace.

And some examples:

NCIS, Tim/Tony, Summer suits

Sherlock Holmes, Watson/Holmes, The Winter Coat Mystery

RPS/Wolverine, Taylor Kitsch/Remy, Spring flowers on my pillow

Have fun and be inspired!

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[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tim/Tony, Summer suits

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Sherlock Holmes, Watson/Holmes, The Winter Coat Mystery

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

RPS/Wolverine, Taylor Kitsch/Remy, Spring flowers on my pillow

[nessismore.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Will/Kate, Autumn leaves

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel/Raphael/Dean, it's winter, and that means scarves for the angels

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/Castiel, Men In Black AU - the day Castiel discovers that aliens are out there, and aliens don't have feet that crunch autumn leaves when they're chasing him

Fill! Gen/Pre-Slash (Sorry)

[sansdatelimite.livejournal.com]

“I couldn’t hear him,” Castiel says numbly when Gabriel finally catches up. He blinks his big eyes slowly, glancing from the blood on his own fingers to the amber eyes of his new partner. “I had thought if we came this way, he’d have no choice but to make a sound.”

“Yeah, aliens are tricky bastards like that sometimes,” Gabriel says. He crouches down in front of Castiel to examine the cut on the younger agent’s forehead, his fingers just skimming under the bloody gash. “You took quite a fall there, buddy.”

“It’s not possible,” Castiel scowls, brushing Gabriel’s hand away. “If something is moving across the leaves, it will need to make a sound. The leaves will make a sound.”

“Am I going to have to listen to another one of your logical tangents?” Gabriel asks, bored.

Castiel ignores him. “It is impossible for the alien to have maneuvered around every single leaf while he was pursuing me. It wouldn’t make sense for him to try. He had far bigger concerns than being heard or not.”

“Obviously not,” Gabriel replies.

“So it has to be something else,” Castiel muses. He looks at his bloody fingers again, before touching at his head wound lightly and hissing. “Unless he wasn’t walking. If he wasn’t walking he wouldn’t touch the leaves and wouldn’t make a sound.”

“You’re saying we’ve got a flying venom-spitting bastard hanging around the downtown area?” Gabriel asks, frowning. “That – that is not good.”

“No,” Castiel agrees. “Gabriel?”

“Yeah?” the older agent asks, sitting back on his heels to look at Castiel better, head cocked to the side. “What’s up?”

“I think I’m bleeding,” Castiel says simply.

Gabriel can’t help the laughter that bubbles up inside of him, and he doesn’t hesitate in leaning forward to brush his lips against Castiel’s forehead. “You are something else, kid,” he says fondly.

Castiel blinks up at him slowly, his fingers moving from the cut to where Gabriel’s lips had brushed against his skin. “I’m not a kid,” he frowns. “I’m only a few years younger than you.”

“That would be the detail you focus on,” Gabriel grins, clapping Castiel’s cheek lightly with his palm. “Come on,” he says, forcing himself to his feet, and stretching lazily, “let’s get you fixed up, Cas.”

Gabriel offers his hand to the younger agent, and Castiel only hesitates for a second before grabbing it and allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Sam/Gabriel, a day on the beach (human and normal AU)

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Angel Sanctuary, Setsuna/Kurai, is there snow in Hell?

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

the Pillars of the Earth, Martha/Jack, summer nights

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

Push, Nick/Cassie, hiding in a hostle in winter

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, it's always winter in hell

the ice palace - PG, gen

[tigriswolf]

(If you're interested, I have a ficlet here that starts out with that idea.)

Dean comes back in autumn, before the chill sets in and the world freezes again. For awhile there, he doesn't even notice the weather, too shocked at being alive.

(He dreams of fire, at first, since he can't remember. He dreams of fire, and in his sleep, he's warm.)

He doesn't flinch from matches or lighters, doesn't jerk back from the flames in graves. He's not afraid of fire, and Sam wants to ask, he can see it in the kid's eyes. But Sam holds his tongue, and holds his brother, and Dean stands beneath the sky, eyes toward the sun.

(He dreams of fire, until the fire turns to ice, and then he's cold all the way down to his gutter soul.)

Winter sets in with a roar while they're in Maine. It starts to snow and Dean--flinches at the first snowflake that settles on him, and goes somewhere else. Sam can't rouse him, no matter how loud he shouts, until he has a stroke of genius and flicks the lighter a few inches from Dean's face.

Dean focuses on the fire and breathes. Sam bundles him back into the Impala, finishes the hunt--glad beyond all measure it's only a simple salt-and-burn--and heads south fast as he can.

Soon enough, Dean readjusts to the cold, to snow and blizzards and icy wind. He never talks about it, but Sam knows.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Cas or Sam/Gabriel, walking hand in hand and looking at the fall colors

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

spn/Buffy:tvs, Sam/Dawn, Spring semester at Stanford

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any/any, lazy summer days

Sam/Gabriel, PG-13, lazy summer mornings

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Gabriel's draped over him, hot and heavy on his back. Sam wants to shove him off and figure out how to breathe comfortably again, but Gabriel makes an odd sound, and then Sam realizes that his archangel is snoring on top of him.

Could archangels even snore? He wondered, but there Gabriel was, on top of him and contradicting him even in his sleep.

Sam smiled, too warm for comfort, but enjoying the sound of a vulnerable archangel too much to move.

"'M not vulnerable." Gabriel rumbled above him, snoring ceasing. "Just trying sleep out." He rolled off of Sam, yanking the blankets off as he went, and when Sam sat up and looked at him, Gabriel was already eating a chocolate bar and studying how Sam looked in sunlight.

"What did you think of it?" Sam had to ask.

"Sleep? Oh, boring." Gabriel stretched and waggled his eyebrows. "It's a lot more fun to watch you."

"Stalker." Sam said, not really meaning it, as he leaned in to try the taste of chocolate on Gabriel's lips. "Mmm."

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

CW RPS, Jared/Jensen, their car breaks down in the middle of winter

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

Angel/Heroes, Gwen/Elle, summer in the city, means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

CW RPS, Jared/Jensen, a bouquet of flowers to celebrate the first day of spring

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

Bones, Sweets/Perotta, spring cleaning

[wingstar102.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/McGee, sweltering summer nights

Ghosts and memories

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

On the most sweltering summer nights Gibbs never comes to bed.

He stands in the living room and watches the streets as though he'll catch someone coming in at odd hours.

Or he wanders downstairs and listlessly sands his boat, as though waiting for the sound of a half-forgotten voice.

McGee lays in bed upstairs and pretends to sleep, knowing he can do nothing for his lover when he's haunted by ghosts and memories.

[noveltea.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Kitty Pryde/Pete Wisdom, a summer thunderstorm

[noveltea.livejournal.com]

Vampire Diaries, Caroline/any, spring ball

[noveltea.livejournal.com]

Vampire Diaries, Damon, "I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood. (Bill Watterson)"

[noveltea.livejournal.com]

Blood Ties, Henry/Vicki, “No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. (Hal Borland)”

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

The Mentalist, Cho/Jane, When the nights are cold

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Resident Evil (films), Any, The seasons no longer make sense

Filled!

[rise-your-dead.livejournal.com]

It’s amazingly hot in the wintertime now. Everything is arid and dead, dried like a butterfly stuck to a pin. There are no icicles, no snow, and never a drop of rain. The trees are dead and don’t shed leaves in the fall, and it’s never properly cool or still.

Alice remembers the still of winter, the solid glory of the fall, the sweet new beauty of the spring, and the baking warmth of August and feels again the bitter pulse of loss and bites down the pain. Things may be different, but they are the way they are.