Wednesday: Summer

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Hi guys! I'm mahmfic, back for another week of hosting here at comment_fic! Today's theme is Summer. It's my favorite season. So much to love! The beach, baseball games, road trips, frozen lemonade... Whatever it is about summer go ahead and post it.

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Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples...
+ Castle, Ryan/Esposito, His delicate Irish skin was still not used to the sweltering New York heat
+ Torchwood, Jack, heat stroke was not his favorite death
+ The Hobbit, Bilbo, his summer plans including growing tomatoes not going on a life changing adventure

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[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward/+Winry+Alphonse, the first summer after the Promised Day

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Any, Summers in Miami are just the same as the winters, except, you know, hurricanes.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Any 'serious' fandom, Any+Any, "I hate summer. The vampires get bitchy 'cause the night's not as long."

no fic

[tigriswolf]

*sporfle* Oh, that sounds awesome.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Dukes of Hazzard (TV), the summer the ___________* came to Hazzard


*Monster of choice

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Frasier, Niles+Any, "I have the best news. I saw the summer sun for the first time of the season."

[falkner]

any, any, sex on the beach

[falkner]

any, any teen character, summer job

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Steve/Bucky, Summer sun was on their wings, winter in their cry

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

The days were like summer, Bucky basking in the warmth of the sun’s rays on his face, memorizing how it felt against his skin. Every day he could feel a bit more than the day before, every day he felt warmer.

But when the sun went down and nighttime cloaked the city, he felt winter return to his bones. Everything went dark and he could no longer remember how the sun felt on his face, couldn’t remember how Steve’s hand on the back of his could make his blood flow again.

But in the mornings the sun always came back up and Steve was always there to remind him that winter was over.

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Natasha/Clint, It’s hot in the summer in Madrid

[tigriswolf]

any fandom with vampires, author's choice, summer’s blood was in it leaving stains upon the tongue

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, summer school

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, the hottest day of the year

[nanoks.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Wee!chesters; Yummy ice-cream on a hot summer day

[scribblemyname]

Take the Lead, Sasha/Ramos/Danjou, it's the summer between high school and college and they have to figure out what mean to each other and what they want to

[scribblemyname]

MCU, Clint/Natasha +/ Bucky, If Bucky was her Winter Soldier, than Clint was her summer soldier

Clint/Natasha, a little implied Steve/Bucky, past-Natasha/Bucky if you read it as such

[tigriswolf]

Spoilers for everything 'til WS. Memory issues, sadness, a bit of hope.

...

At first, after Odessa, as she floats in and out of consciousness, she remembers him in dreams. He had no name, but his hands were strong, his eyes cold, and his body warm as he danced with her.

But it was a dream, only a dream, because Natasha has never been a dancer.

.

Clint cuts a mission short, ignores his handler’s complaints, and arrives merely a day after SHIELD pulls Natasha from the wreckage.

(She knows it was the Winter Soldier, but does not say it – the Winter Soldier is a myth.

She also knows she should be dead. But she lives, and she dreams of dancing.)

Clint takes her home and smothers her with affection. She is unused to the care, to the gentleness, to the rage on her behalf -- he promises to find whoever it was, put a bullet in the bastard’s eye. Natasha listens in silence and when Clint’s rage is spent, she curls up in his lap, rests her head on his shoulder, and sleeps.

.

She dreams of dancing. Of blue eyes, of a warm hand and a cold one, of murmured songs in English, and being called sweetheart in a soft voice.

There is much she does not remember, and less she trusts. But -- I knew him, she thinks, waking in Clint’s arms, watching the sunlight spread across the room. I knew him.

.

Captain America is found, the tesseract taken, Clint stolen. Natasha brings in Bruce Banner, Thor arrives on his own, and though Loki opens a portal, Natasha closes it.

Even after SHIELD’s psychics release Clint, there are still those in authority who want to punish him for the entire thing. And Natasha wants to take him and run, to protect him, but instead she tells him to go to ground somewhere, to stay out of sight, and she remains with SHIELD to ensure his safety.

And then – “Fast, strong, had a metal arm,” Steve Rogers tells her while Nick Fury dies.

“A ghost,” she says. She thinks, I knew him.

.

James Buchanan Barnes. The American. The Winter Soldier.

“Bucky?” Steve says, and Natasha’s got a bullet in her shoulder, and those eyes –

But he doesn’t even look at her. She’s dreamed of him for years and he’s only staring at Steve, but his face –

And he’s gone.

.

There is no time to call Clint.

Someone drags Steve, half-dead, onto the shore of the Potomac. Natasha makes the best decision she can with the little time she’s given, and she knows that people will die. But more will live. She cannot – there is so much red and it will never be washed clean, but she does her best because it is all she can do.

She hands Steve a file full of horrors that echo in her memory and then she runs to Clint.

.

“Can you tell me?” he asks, arms wrapped around her, his voice gentle in her ear. His back is to the window; she faces the door. She cannot look at him, at anyone, until –

“I was Natalia,” she says. “I danced.” The words pour out, half-sentences in a dozen languages, and Clint listens, fingers stroking along her stomach.

When she at last falls silent, he presses a kiss to the back of her neck. She does not cry. She never cries.

.

Natasha Romanoff meets Bucky Barnes on a warm spring day. He’s standing just behind and to the side of Steve, while she’s holding Clint’s hand.

There is much she does not remember, that she never will. She knows it is more than he has.

He meets her eyes for a moment before dropping his gaze and leaning a little closer to Steve.

“Hi,” she says after the silence grows awkward. “I’m Natasha.”

“Bucky,” he says back.

.

A very long time ago, when he had no name, she was still Natalia. She thinks they danced.

But there is much she doesn’t know.

Now, she curls up on the couch in her room in Stark’s tower, and Clint stretches out beside her, his head in her lap, and she has Jarvis stream ballet to the screen. She can still feel another man’s hands on her, gentle and strong, but she will never ask if he remembers.

She smiles at Clint, holds his hand, and looks to the future.

[scribblemyname]

Leverage, Parker, don't we get a summer vacation?

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"I still don't see why we don't get a summer vacation," Parker said as she plopped down on the couch to hear about the next case.

"Why do you always do that?" Eliot said, "Act like this is school? Like you call scouting missions field trips and you always say you'd rather be at recess. It's totally weird."

Hardison grinned. "Awww, Eliot is freaked out."

"I'm not -- dammit, Hardison!" Eliot said.

"This is totally school," Parker said, as if it were obvious.

Even Hardison looked confused then. "What kind of school did you go to?"

"There were lots of people around all the time and they made you work together. And they got really upset when you did something 'violently dangerous,'" she answered, adding exaggerated air quotes to her mocking tone.

"Wait, before us, you didn't work with anyone on anything at ALL since school?" Eliot asked.

"Why would I? I mean, I knew Archie, but it was never like a whole group of people. Anyway, this is totally school."

"Because you're around other people?" Hardison asked, sounding worried.

And because at my school, the principal drank a lot, and my favorite teacher was really nice to me but always got more books for us by flirting with male faculty members, plus she had a crush on the principal but sometimes she would yell at him," Parker said, gesturing to where Sophie and Nate were having a tense conversation in the corner.

Hardison and Eliot looked at each other and nodded. Hardison said, "Yeah, this is totally like your school."

[scribblemyname]

Roswell, Maria/Michael, summer was always when they fell apart

[scribblemyname]

any, any, summer fling

[nanoks.livejournal.com]

Supernatural: Wee!chesters, Big brother Dean wins a teddy bear for his little brother at the carnival

[soledad-moon.livejournal.com]

Bones, Caroline Julian, she's the only one that doesn't freak out when the AC breaks at FBI headquarters during DC's worst heat wave in history

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, wee!chesters, a day at the beach

Fill! 1/2

[canonisrelative.livejournal.com]

"S'posed to be warm," Dean groused, kicking at a seashell. “Right? Summer on a beach, shouldn't there be some, ya know sun?"

"Dean," Sam's voice was muffled as he dug around in a course bush or whatever-the-hell you call stupid plants that try to grow on a cold beach. "Would you just keep looking? Dad said we had to hurry."

Dean looked over at Sam, let himself really look at the way that, skinny as he was, his shoulders were still stretching out the fabric of his old ratty t-shirt, and he remembered when that shirt was new to him, gotta be six, seven years ago now. And Dean let the guilt of it, of letting his little brother run around in worn-out clothes two sizes two small for him, crash over him for only, oh, the fifth time that day. Okay so they were spending summer break on a beach, sure, that was normal enough, but of course it was cuz they were hunting cursed objects. Sammy should be building sand castles and watching Dean out of the corner of his eye, watching his big brother chasing bikinis and storing up tips for the future.

But Sam, his little Sammy, had turned so serious this last year. Ever since...well. Dean kicked another shell into the water and shoved the lid down tight on his simmering anger. Sammy wasn't supposed to know about demons and monsters, let alone go after them alongside him and dad. Sammy wasn't supposed to be able to point out the differences between B horror movies and reality. Wasn't supposed to say with authority when blood looked fake. It had been the first time in his life Dean yelled at dad, and he still carried the bruises from it.

"Sam, hey, Sammy!" He called. And Sam might still be insisting on Sam from everyone else, but he popped his head up at Dean's voice and came trotting over to him. "Hey check this out, kiddo. What do you suppose this is?"

Sam cocked his head, squinting down at the strange crab-like thing. Hesitantly he lifted the stick he was carrying and prodded at it. "Dead," Sammy proclaimed.

"Real freakin' genius I got for a brother," Dean muttered. "I know that, weirdo. What was it before it was dead? Some kinda crab? Hey Sammy, think it's an alien?"

"Dean," Sam's eyes were about to roll out of his head. "D'you think it's a cursed dead alien crab? No? Okay let's keep looking."

“Sam-my,” Dean groaned, and grabbed for Sam's stick. They played tug-of-war over it for a minute until Dean tickled Sam and Sam squealed, dropping it. Dean pivoted and flung it out over the water and they both watched it sink under the waves.

"You jerk! I was using that!"

Sam turned on Dean but he was ready, got his little brother in a headlock and wrestled him down into the sand, making sure they were plenty far from the weird dead crab alien.

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

any, any, collecting sea shells

Fill: Pokemon, Ash/Misty

[marlex.livejournal.com]

As always, they could smell the sea before they could see it. Ash was in the lead, eager to be the first to reach the new town.

The others lagged behind a few steps, willing to let the cool sea breeze wash against them as they entered the town proper, buildings sprouting up on either side of the street they were following.

Ahead, the could see the distinctive architecture of the Pokemon center, which would be their temporary home for as long as it took Ash to successfully challenge the local gym leader for a badge.

They had been walking for much of the day, so they were more than ready to get a room and settle in for the evening.

When they reached the entrance, however, Ash waved them off, saying he had a quick errand to run, assuring them he wouldn't challenge any passing trainers and he would be back in time for dinner in the center's cafeteria.

Their concerns allayed, they let the young trainer go. He wasn't quite as young as he once was when he first started this journey. Back then he had had different friends traveling with him. And it was because of one of those friends that he now walked away from the Pokemon center and toward the sea.

He passed shops and restaurants, all of which had the bright colors one typically found in towns on the shore. It didn't take long until the buildings fell away to give him an unbroken view of the beach and water and the slightly curved horizon beyond.

The beach was pristine, the sand nearly white. It was the middle of the week, and those who didn't spend their days traveling the countryside were either at work or home from school, so the beach was relatively empty.

Ash noticed one man holding a metal detector about a hundred yards down the beach, and a mother with two small children too young yet for school slightly closer, but otherwise he was alone.

He left the boardwalk and felt his shoes sink into the sand. Soon, however, he reached the firmer damp sand, and it was here that he began his search.

It took awhile, but he found at last what he was looking for. Reaching down, he grasped the shell, turning it this way and that, confirming it was both intact and empty.

He was sure he did not have another one like it. One benefit of traveling from land to land in search of new Pokemon to capture and train was it gave him ample opportunity to also find new shells to add to his collection.

It was quite large, as he had been collecting the shells for almost three years now. Ever since she left.

He hadn't known at the time just how much he would miss her when she was gone. He didn't hold it against her. The Cerulean City gym needed her stewardship and he also knew that its reputation had only grown since she'd taken it over from her sisters.

But he still missed her. It had taken him quite awhile to understand just why he missed so much, but he knew now. So since she couldn't come with him on his journey, he made sure she would have a piece of the places he visited, unusual shells and different from the ones she could find at home.

For just as he knew one day he would be a Pokemon Master, he knew there would also be a day he went back to her. And on that day, he would give her a collection of shells to show he had never forgotten about her, regardless of the foreign lands he traveled and new friends he met. She was the one he always planned to go back to.

But just like she couldn't leave her gym, he couldn't yet leave his journey. And deep down, he thought--or at least hoped--she understood that.

He looked one more time at the shell and then placed it carefully in his backpack. He took a moment to glance at the sun and its reflection on the water before him, their hues reminding him of the girl called Misty.

"I'll be back one day," he said softly, to himself and perhaps to the sea she loved, thinking that the waters here must surely connect to the sea of Cerulean City.

Then he turned and began the walk back to the Pokemon center and the friends who were waiting for him.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Castle, Ryan/Esposito, His delicate Irish skin was still not used to the sweltering New York heat

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack, heat stroke was not his favorite death

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

The Hobbit, Bilbo, his summer plans including growing tomatoes not going on a life changing adventure