Thursday: Weather

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Morning, all!

I'm hobnailedboots, and I'm your host this week. The theme for today is weather, and the rules are as follows:

-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples:

-Merlin, Merlin, pathetic fallacy
-Supernatural, Castiel, standing in the rain
-Harry Potter, Cho Chang, weathering the storm

Have fun, everyone!

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Merlin, Merlin, pathetic fallacy

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Supernatural, Castiel, standing in the rain

[mithrel.livejournal.com]

Humans would find it unpleasant, he knows, the cold water seeping through their clothing, the wind gusting at unpredictable intervals adding to their discomfort. But he finds it comforting.

He doesn’t feel the cold, and storms make him feel closer to creation, the wind and water, air and electricity all striving against each other, yet creating an odd sort of peace.

He looks up at the muted sky, the sun hidden behind smoky gray. A low rumble of thunder sounds in the distance, a reminder of God’s wrath.

He remains there, waiting, waiting for the promise that was given so long ago. And finally, the rain tapers off, the clouds part and the sun breaks through.

And there, spanning the horizon in all its glory, is the rainbow.

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Cho Chang, weathering the storm

Fill

[polychromic.livejournal.com]

She used to be her own person.

Cho Chang, Ravenclaw, Seeker Extraordinaire, All-Around Nice Person. Excellent at Charms, passable with Potions, and only a step above dreadful at Herbology.

Somewhere along the way she became a qualifier instead.

Cedric Diggory's girlfriend. Harry Potter's first kiss. Moaning Myrtle's new best friend crying in the second floor washrooms.

She knew she was surrounded by a storm of gossip and rumors, whispers constantly swirling at her periphery, but here in the middle of it all - the eye of the storm - everything fell quiet, as if she'd cast a silencing charm all around her wherever she went.

But that didn't stop everyone staring.

Let them say that they wanted to. It didn't matter anyway. She was resolving things in the only way she knew how, and if no one was there to hold her hand or give her a shoulder to lean on, all the better. She'd come out the other side knowing that she picked up the pieces and put herself back together, little by little; that it takes more strength than most people realize and she possesses that strength despite what everyone thinks.

And she'll never let herself be defined by her relationships with others ever again.

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, the weather in Hell or Heaven

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Suits, Donna, walking on sunshine

[roslindi.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Neal, when he's sad it rains

[mandatorily.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock/John, Sherlock's never admitted that storms frighten him because of their unpredictability.

[mandatorily.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock/John, Snowed in.

[mandatorily.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, Caught in a hurricane.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Any, any, It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. -Charles Dickens

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. -Buddha

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Love is like the sun coming out of the clouds and warming your soul.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Captain America, Steve/Peggy, He said I wanna see you again / But I'm stuck in colder weather - 'Colder Weather' (The Zac Brown Band)

Fill: Colder Weather

[moetushie]

Peggy died thirteen years before Steve wakes up. Heart disease.

Nothing anyone can do about it.



+



"...You know that in this universe, time-travel is entirely possible, right?"

Tony's being sarcastic again, and Steve knows, now, that the best way to deal with Tony's moods is to smile and nod, and wait until it passes.

"Hey," Tony says, in a softer voice. "You could see her again."

Steve opens his mouth to say no, it would be irresponsible (irresistible) to do anything like that, but then the alert goes off and soon the New York skyline is choked with fast-falling alien debris, like snow but far more horrible, and there's no time for wistfulness.



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The reasons for traveling back to 1964 are urgent (a time-traveling mad man wants to prevent Tony from ever being born) and once that's taken care of, Steve still has a night in New York City to fill up. And yes, by some coincidence, it's the anniversary of his crash, and he can't resist slipping away for a time and taking a cab to the Stork Club.

(Everyone notices that Cap is missing. No one minds.)

He goes without uniform, not as Cap but as regular, old Steve Rogers, in civilan dress and all. (It feels odd to wear a hat again, after so much time going without.) The wind whips at his coat. When he opens the door, he lets the snow in, which earns him a withering look from the headwaiter. He's seated, and waits.

He's sure she won't come in, he's sure of it -- he can't blame her, not in the least, if anyone knew about unavoidable delays, it's him -- but when she arrives, it takes his breath away. His super-soldier heart beats painfully hard.

She has fine wrinkles in the corners of her mouth and eyes, and her hair, still dark, has a streak or two of gray in it. She is as beautiful as he remembers her.

"You're late," Peggy says, her voice crisp. "And I suppose you can't stay long."

"I was delayed," he says, getting up, taking her offered hand. "By the cold."





They dance, and it is worth the wait.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Nick/Monroe, struck by lightning (with unexpected results)

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine, struck by lightning (couldn't resist ;) )

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal/El, left out in the cold

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Robin, the view from his balcony during a thunderstorm

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Nick/Monroe, blood and rain

First Grimm fic

[mithrel.livejournal.com]

It was bad. Nick thought he’d learned something about how to protect himself from Wesen in the past few months, but the Nilpferdhaut had disarmed him in moments. It would have killed him if not for Monroe…

He sputters the rainwater out of his mouth, unable to wipe his dripping hair out of his face without letting go of Monroe, who’s bleeding from a hole in his side where the Nilpferdhaut had gored him.
They finally get to Nick’s car and he bundles Monroe into the back and speeds off through the rain at unsafe speeds.

By the time they get to Monroe’s house the wound is starting to scab over (thank God for blutbaden healing abilities.) Nick pulls Monroe’s arm over his shoulder, staggers to the door and then isn’t sure what to do. He ends up propping Monroe against a column while he digs the spare key out from under the door.

Once he’s inside he eases Monroe down on the couch and goes to find something to clean and bandage the wound. He growls and his fangs come out when Nick pours on the antiseptic, but otherwise he doesn’t do anything.

Once his side is cleaned and wrapped Nick checks to see if the Nilpferdhaut did any other damage. There’s a gash on his forehead, probably from when he hit the stone wall. Oddly, it’s still bleeding, the blood pinkish where it mingles with the rain trickling from Monroe’s hair. Nick wipes it away, then leans down and kisses him, not worrying about the fangs.

“You could have been killed.”

Monroe shifts, and hisses as his side pulls. “So could you. You’ve come a long way, but of the two of us, I’m more able to take physical punishment.”

Nick grimaces, unable to dispute that but still angry. “Thanks. Don’t do it again.”

Monroe laughs weakly. “Consider this payback for the Lowen games.”

“Fine. We’re even now. You don’t need to save my life anymore.”

“I don’t need to, no.”

Nick just shakes his head and kisses him again.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel, He turns up, cold and shivering, at their motel room door in the middle of the mother-of-all-thunderstorms.

[zelda-addict.livejournal.com]

He turns up, cold and shivering, at their motel room door in the middle of the mother-of-all-thunderstorms. Gabriel isn't really sure what kind of reaction he expected, but he'd at least expected something! Instead, they both just gawk at him for a few long moments, Sam sitting at a small table in front of his laptop and Dean blocking the doorway with his body. Yeah, okay, so this is unexpected but come on, guys!

"Long time no see." He tries to sound flippant, but the shivering makes him stutter, and his face is too cold to really pull of his usual smirk.

"You're alive!" Sam blurts the obvious. However, this finally seems to snap the Winchesters out of their stupor.

"Does anybody stay dead anymore?" Dean gripes, but he's not budging. Gabriel can't feel his fingers or toes. "It's just getting ridiculous."

"Dean," Sam attempts to butt into the rant.

"It's honestly starting not to mean anything to me."

"Dean!"

"No, really, and I've even met the guy! In person!"

"Dean!"

"What?"

Sam's standing now, and Gabriel can tell from the look in his eyes that he's connected all the dots. The look is annoyingly close to pity, but hey, he currently looks like a refugee from a drowned rat convention, so he'll let it go this once. "Dean," Sam finally speaks again, "he's cold."

Gabriel can practically see the wheels turning as this computes for the older hunter. "Son of a bitch..." he declares, almost inaudibly, but then he's moving to the side as Sam goes to fetch some towels. The former angel steps inside. "Welcome to the mud monkey club. Ain't it swell?"

Right now he's miserable, but to be honest, since he woke up Graceless, he's felt everything more intensely. It was a bitch tracking these two down the old fashioned way, and it's significantly harder conning food and shelter than willing it to appear, but he's never felt more alive. It's also pretty fitting, since he backed this team and all.

"Honestly? Yeah." And he means it.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, When Sam smiles-- truly smiles --it's like the sun has come out during monsoon season.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Parrish/Lorne, Protecting the crops from too much rain on the mainland is a dirty job, but someone has to do it.

[mithrel.livejournal.com]

Lorne wipes the water out of his face for what seems like the tenth time in five minutes. When the Athosians reported a more-violent-than-usual rainy season and asked for help salvaging their crops, Woolsey had sent four teams to help.

The fields are largely mud, which in a way is a good thing, since it means the pula stalks come out easier. He, Cooper and Walker are harvesting the crops, while Parrish and Stevens make them into bundles underneath an overhang and Lawson ferries them back to the barn in a Jumper.

Parrish comes out into the field, waving Walker over to the bundling station.

“How many more fields are there?” Lorne asks him as Parrish kneels down in the ankle-deep muck.

“Ten.”

“Ten?!” Lorne repeats incredulously, jostling a plant and causing it to pour water on him. “Shit!” He shakes the water out of his eyes. They’ve been at it for four hours already and this is only their second field.

“Ten total,” Parrish amends. “Four of those are already clear, and the other teams are working on three more.”

“So that’s two more after this one?” Lorne asks.

Parrish nods. “Lucky they’re small.”

“I wouldn’t call anything ‘lucky’ right now,” Lorne grumbles as he picks up an armful of stalks.
“Just think of the shower you can have when we get home.”

“Mmmm,” Lorne says. “Care to join me?”

Parrish grins enthusiastically. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

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Sports Night, Dan/Casey, snow

Fill: Snow Fight - Dan/Casey - PG

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As Dan and Casey step outside, Casey looks back towards the cabin, then again to Dan. "Don't you want to wait for Charlie?" The overnight storm had brought almost a foot of new snow, and with temperatures hovering in the low 20s, it looked like the snow was there to stay for the rest of their vacation.

Dan tosses his partner a grin. "What, and miss this?"

"Miss what?"

Reaching down into the snowbank, Dan grabs a handful of the white stuff. Before he can even approach his partner, Casey gives him a look, asking, "What are you doing, Danny?"

Dan plasters on his most innocent look, then waltzes up to Casey, getting right into his personal space. He puts his arms through Casey's, pulling the man to him. Leaning in to grab a quick kiss (and thus distracting him), Dan leans back with a smile on his face before pushing the handful of snow down the back of Casey's pants.

"Danny!" Casey screams. A friendly tussle leads Casey to nearly tackle Dan before both men fall into the snow. Casey looks down into Dan's smiling face, leaning in for another kiss when they hear the door slam behind them.

"Ugh... Come on guys!" Charlie grunts as only a pre-pubescent tween can. "I thought we were going to hike out to the store?"

Casey looks down at Dan and nods, then back to Charlie. "Okay, slugger," he says. "We'll-"

Dan takes the opportunity of a once-again distracted Casey to grab another handful of snow, this time pushing it under Casey's sweater, mashing it onto Casey's fuzzy belly, earning him another, "Danny!" yelp.

This tussling match leads to Dan overpowering Casey, pinning him on his back, both men laughing too hard to catch their breath.

"I'll be inside," Charlie calls, shutting the door on Dan and Casey as they continue to play in the snow.

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NCIS, Tony/Ziva, Inclement Weather

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Bones, Booth/Bones, a snowstorm without Sweets

[livingtolaugh.livejournal.com]

any, any, dancing in the rain

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Luna smiles as the raindrops spatter against her. she tilts her head back and catches a few in her mouth before she begins to dance.

A few skipping steps to the side, then a jump forwards. A haf-assed pirouette and then she brings her arms out to get more speed on the turn.

Luna laughs as she tumbles gracelessly onto the slippery grass, Neville falling down next to her. She looks over at him and smiles.

He smiles back before taking her hand and pulling the two of them to their feet.

This time they waltz.