A rainy Tuesday - Theme: Weather

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Hi guys! Your theme today is weather. Your prompt can be anything weather related, from a calm day at sea, to a thunderstorm, to a tornado that uproots houses and drops them in alternate universes.

I'm still hobnailedboots and the rules are still the same:

-No more than five prompts in a row.
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts.
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
-If your prompt is filled, you may prompt again

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

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack Sparrow(/Commander Norrington), calm day at sea
+ Teen wolf, any, thunderstorm on the full moon
+ The Walking Dead, any, a tornado that uproots Hershel's farm and drops the group (and a few walkers) in Oz.

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[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack Sparrow(/Commander Norrington), calm day at sea

No fill

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Ah, my first OTP. That brings me back :)

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Teen wolf, any, thunderstorm on the full moon

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, any, a tornado that uproots Hershel's farm and drops the group (and a few walkers) in Oz.

[nanoks.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf: Derek/Stiles, Stiles is scared of thunderstorms so he cuddles with Derek

[nanoks.livejournal.com]

SPN: Wee!chesters, the first time baby Sammy sees snow he’s so excited he can’t stop giggling. Dean can’t stop smiling because of how happy his cute adorable baby brother is.

FILL

[luciusmistress.livejournal.com]

“Dean. Dean!” Sammy shakes his brother by the shoulder and runs back to the window.

“Wha'?” Dean tries to rub sleep from his eyes. The motel room is still dark. “It's not even morning yet, Sammy,” he complains.

“Yeah, it is. The sun's just coming up,” Sammy insists. “And it's snowing!” When this astonishing piece of news fails to rouse his big brother, he abandons the window and shakes Dean harder. “Real, actual snow, Dean!” He almost shouts in his brother's ear. “We gotta go out before it melts!”

Dean grumbles, but gets out of bed and starts to get dressed. Sammy's enthusiasm is pretty catching, actually. “Get your coat, Sammy,” he orders. “Snow means it's cold.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Come on!” Sammy's already at the door while Dean is still putting his boots on.

A moment later, watching Sammy trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue, Dean forgets to be sleepy and grouchy. Affection for his kid brother rushes through him like a warm flood. He can't remember ever seeing Sammy this happy.

“Look!” Sammy tries to show Dean a particularly large and pretty snowflake, but it's already melted in his hand. Dean pretends to take it anyway and Sammy laughs at him. “It's just water now. You gotta be quicker.”

“Like this?” Dean throws a handful of snow at his brother. Sammy ducks, scoops up more snow and stuffs it up Dean's shirt. Dean doesn't even try to stop him. Sammy's laughter is worth a thousand wet shirts.

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, any, Monday's shine, you know, and Tuesday's rain/The days go by, babe, like a southbound train... - Jackson C. Frank, "Here Come the Blues"

[tigriswolf]

Gundam Wing Mobile Suit, 5 pilots, snow day

[tigriswolf]

Rise of the Guardians (2012), Jack Frost, Winter can be fun, sure – but it is not nice

[tigriswolf]

Charmed, author’s choice, if Chris had been conceived while Piper was still affected by her Mother Earth powers

[tigriswolf]

mythology, various earth goddesses, celebrating Earth day together

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, it rained the day I died

Fill: "Rainfall"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Warning: Death. Really, teenage-angsty type death.


The sky wept, a long steady rainfall, like a spring rain. No lightning nor thunder, just water falling down out of grey clouds. No one noticed me, tucked up against the abandoned porch. I lay quiet and still, shivering from the cold and damp.

Once upon a time, someone lived here, someone loved here. There are remnants of that family scattered about the yard. Near me, a toy car, with worn metal paint sits on its side. A plastic cup catches some of the rain, but I’m too tired to go drink. It’s been long, this life of mine, and most of it spent alone, shuffling from place to place, searching for food and a safe place to catch a nap. Safe places are hard to find now. People are cruel, and frightened, and look at strangers like a plague. Not worthy, something to be burned out rather than accepted.

It’s all right. I understand. I would’ve done the same. I have had to fight to protect what few things are mine – a hollow to sleep in, a hard crust of bread. I bear scars from those battles, some still ache from time to time.

All of them hurt now. There isn’t any part that doesn’t. I wish I didn’t hurt, wasn’t cold, but I know it’s not going to be much longer, and I won’t care any more. There won’t be anything in me to care, or to be in pain.

A drop hit me on the top of my head, rolling down. It was like a cold tear, falling on my cheek. The only mourning for my life. I close my eyes and let it go.

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter, when you kill in Baltimore, you have to accept the weather as your accomplice

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, team,

"The rain is ruining this crime scene for me."
"Please tell me that you mean that in an evidence-collection sorta way..."

[squidgiepdx]

Grimm, Nick/Monroe, It's a beautifully sunny day in Portland - and everyone's so used to driving in the rain that they forget how to drive on dry pavement.

(BTW, this is reality based - I live outside of Portland, and we drive fine during the rain, but like epileptic scallops when the sun comes out)

It begs the question

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

How do epileptic scallops drive?

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Sheppard/McKay, It's a drizzly day in San Francisco (where Atlantis is prepping to go back to Pegasus) and Sheppard rents a convertible, much to Rodney's chagrin.

[squidgiepdx]

Atlantis, Jason/Pythagoras, They've been stuck inside for two days due to torrential rains, giving Jason ideas about how he'd like to spend his time.

[squidgiepdx]

Hawaii Five-0 (2010), Steve/Danny, On a nice, sunny day on Oahu, Danny complains about being cold

[ciaranbochna.livejournal.com]

The Dresden Files, Molly, the strange forms her new powers as the Winter Lady take.

[luciusmistress.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Wee!chesters, Sammy's scared of thunder. Dean tries to take his mind off it.

[luciusmistress.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Sunny days are in short supply in Wales in the spring. Better make the most of it - if only the stupid aliens stopped interfering.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

MCU, Loki, The cold never bothered me anyway.
- 'Let It Go' from Frozen

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Any, any, calling the storm

Small Fill, Tortall, OCs (Because damn, I want weather!mages)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

They trudged through the rain after Lord HaMinch and Hakuin Seastone, neither of whom were at all perturbed by the rainstorm that was entirely localised over the group of pages.

He sniffed. He sighed. He sniffled - which was a different thing to sniffing, apparently, because it was a lot noisier and possibly snottier.

She rolled her eyes. "I tried to warn you," she muttered. "Don't anger the weather witch, she'll call down a storm on us. But no. You had to poke fun."

"It was just a bit of friendly teasing," he protested feebly. "And now she's made me ill."

"Would you like me to inform Lord HaMinch or Eda Bell? They ought to know if one of the pages cannot perform his duties," she offered in a sly tone.

"No-no! No, I'll be fine, I'd um, just, better go apologise," he muttered and turned his horse aside to travel down the line to where their aforementioned fellow page rode, perfectly dry amid all the sodden would-be knights.

She rolled her eyes and chuckled. "I bet the Protector of the Small never had to deal with this," she murmured.

"None of the pages during her time had weather magic, so no. But neither did she have it easy, Page. Mindelan had other challenges," Hakuin Seastone said, just as quietly, into her ear, making her squeak and almost fall off her mare in fright.

"And she never squeaked like a mouse. You'd never make it in Shang, Page," Hakuin chuckled fondly and rode on past her.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Any, any, London has good weather for vampires

[daria234.livejournal.com]

London in all its dank beauty, wearing its thick gray cloak of factory smoke and fog, its dark alleyways embroidered with the names of 500 years of cutthroats and thieves.

Spike always had a soft spot for London.

Trade and money, pushing people into the city, new arrivals every day, a seemingly endless stretch of flesh and scream. And all that Victorian shame, sharp as a blade, chasing people into the shadows, into hidden doorways and secret lanes to embrace their vices: they were easy prey, and deliciously distraught when they realized that their bodies would be found on such an uncouth side of town.

Blood and romance, a town packed to the brim with delights.

When Spike went back with a soul, he wondered if he would be tempted, if those dark red London nights would call him back.

It turned out to be the day that tempted him most: it rained every day he was there, and it felt strange, exhilarating, to walk around, to feel the light of day under the protection of English clouds. To visit the city for its art and festivals, its vibrancy instead of its morbid corners, its dens of blood.

To walk among people, and to remember being one.

And, for once, to get a decent cup of tea.

London, Spike thought, as he looked wistfully down from the top of the Eye. You've obviously missed me.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Any, any,
It was a dark and stormy night
Pins and needles down your spine
- 'It Was a Dark and Stormy Night...' by Creature Feature

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

The Guardians of Childhood, Mother Nature, No one can control the weather; no one can control her.