Weather day

[tigriswolf]

Hiya! This is tigriswolf , guest host of the week.

The theme today is weather; anything involving natural forces goes.

However, please remember: no more than 5 prompts in a row and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.

Also, no spoiler prompts for a week after it has aired - and, if your ficlet contains spoilers, put a warning in bold and leave three spaces.

Please remember our code monkeys and use the correct formatting of prompts:

Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Will, hurricane
Supernatural/Leverage, Dean/Eliot, stuck inside during a blizzard
Comanche Moon, Woodrow/Gus, desert heat

If none of today's prompts strike your fancy, don't forget the plethora of Lonely Prompts.

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[tigriswolf]

Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/Will, hurricane

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural/Leverage, Dean/Eliot, stuck inside during a blizzard

[tigriswolf]

Comanche Moon, Woodrow/Gus, desert heat

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, thunder

fear the thunder, fear the sword - gennish, PG

[tigriswolf]

He remembers the thunder that resounded in the deep, that first moment he saw Dean Winchester, covered in blood and bathed in screams, razor in hand and eyes blacker than eternity.

Standing here, now, watching Dean wield Michael's sword, he hears thunder again. His body resounds with it.

Lightning comes alongside Lucifer, wearing Sam, and Castiel hurries to Dean.

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Author's Choice, Dancing in the rain

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

RPS, Misha/author's choice, sunbathing

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

Misha sighed and tipped his face toward the sun. He was in Jared's back yard enjoying the last days of summer before moving into Vancouver's more brutal climate changes.

That and he was enjoying the sights as well. Jared's lean body was displayed with his easy grace near the pool. All that kept his modesty in check was the tiny bathing suit that Jensen insisted that he wear while sunbathing. He hadn't fallen for the pout that Jared gave him. Misha would have.

Jensen's fair skin kept him in the shade of the trees, the dogs lounging near his feet, their tongues lolling in the heat.

Misha wished for a joint, sipped his lemonade, and enjoyed the peaceful afternoon sunbathing with his two good friends.

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Barbara/Dick, fog

Guard the Heart Pt 1

[reginalibintia.livejournal.com]

"Damn," Barbara muttered to herself as she looked from camera to camera surrounding the fight Nightwing was in. Normally Dick made it nigh impossible for her to keep tabs on him, but tonight he had asked her to watch his back. Of course it was a night blanketed in the densest fog she had ever seen. Every angle only showed her the blurred outlines of the drug runners, all intermittent with flashes of bright blue.

"I can't see what's happening, Nightwing," she growled, her frustration clear.

"Yeah, I can barely see them," came the quick reply. She watched the blue blur leap into the air, avoiding one of the men lunging at him, and then she heard the gunshot, and saw him drop like a dead weight.

"Nightwing!" she yelled, already opening a channel to someone else, "talk to me. Talk to me, please?"

"Fine," came a response so soft she almost missed it under the sound of her own heart in her ears, but it stilled her search for where ever the hell the rest of the clan was.

"You're ok? Just get out of there, Dick. Get out now," there was a pleading in her voice she doubted he would heed, but she watched him pull himself to his knees, take down one of the guys who tried to take a swing at him with his leg, and then the blur flew into the air and he grappled away.

She sat back in the chair, realizing she had been on the very edge of it, and tried to relax her body. She focused on locating the rest of the team, fielding their worries and their calls, until there was the loud sound of a body hitting the floor by her window.

"O, out," she said quickly, turning to face her visitor, be they friend or foe, and saw Dick standing there, his hand pressed tightly over his right upper arm. He was pale, and the dew from the fog was sticking all over his body, glimmering in the lights of her computer with an almost ethereal beauty.

She was at his side in a moment, pulling his hand away so she could see the wound, and was more than grateful to see that it had grazed his arm, not gone straight through. Actually, it looked more like a knife than a bullet.

"Did you get shot?" she asked, pulling him towards a brighter light.

"No. That missed completely, but this hurts like a son of a bitch," he muttered. She just shook her head, going now for the first aid kit.

"Sometimes you can be such a baby," she said softly, still trying to push the worry away. If it stayed where it was, settled in the pit of her stomach, she knew she would be in for a fun few days of anxiety and pain.

"Only with you. With Alfred, I talk like it's nothing," he replied, and she smiled at him,

"I'm so glad I get the annoying version," she answered as she pulled on a glove and dabbed on the numbing agent.

"I don't know. Alfred finds the talking annoying," he answered, and she glanced up at him as she thread the needle for his stitches. The dew was still sticking to his hair and eyelashes, and it melted her heart.

"At least stay still while I do this," she replied, careful to keep the same sarcastic tone they always used. It just wouldn't do to break that now. Deftly and neatly she stitched up the wound, then forced him to sit on the couch and relax. Water was brought to him, and she watched him drink the glass of it, just to make sure he was getting fluids, and he smiled at her, light in his blue eyes.

[ziplocless.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, it's hard to be cool in heat like this (Permanent 99 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nV6RBA0H2Dc))

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason/Tim, snow fight

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

Sequel to Hot and Cold (http://shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com/407829.html)

Even though Jason had warmed him up after the snowball down his back incident, Tim still planned a bit of payback. He was sure Jason didn't see it coming then the snow from an awning fell on him. For a moment, Tim thought he went too far when too far when, after a few minutes, Jason didn't come out from under the snow pile.

Cautiously, Tim inspected the pile to see if Jason was okay only to be grabbed by a pair of freezing arms and pulled into the snow drift. Tim gave a shout as fell into the snow pile on top of Jason. He glared down at Jason who was grinning through chattering teeth. With a huff, Tim tried to smash a handful of snow into Jason's face, but Jason preempted him with a kiss, rolling them into another pile of snow as he did so.

This was war, Tim thought as he shivered and kissed Jason back harder to distract him from whatever he did next.

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Ollie/Babs/Dinah, summer breeze

[ziplocless.livejournal.com]

RPS, Christian Kane/Author's choice, huddled together against the cold

[ziplocless.livejournal.com]

Leverage, team, storm chasers

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

Stargate Universe, Rush/Eli, meteor shower

Flame

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

"This is amazing, this is awesome," Eli's face is plastered to the Kino's screen, his eyes widening in wonder. "You can't see these many meteors with all the street lights." He pauses and chews on a thumbnail. "Is it meteor or meteorite? I always get them confused."

You clear your throat. "It looks better when you aren't looking at a screen."

He grins and looks at you in the endearing way you've come to expect from the Destiny's resident Math Guy. "Really?" He looks up at the stars and the streaks of burning rock. "Awesome!" Eli snaps his head and looks back over at you. "Almost makes up for that huge asteroid that's going to crush this planet like an Endor Holocost."

Nodding, you look up at sky. You can't see the rock that has this world's death date, but Eli's newest toy, this tiny sensor he wears on his arm like a gauntlet insists it's there. You are hardly one to argue with Ancient Technology, still there's Naquadah deposits here, a surprising amount. Enough to turn the planet into one big bomb should the asteroid hit. "Almost," you say.

Eli leans against your arm. You're not the type to enjoy bodily contact, but his warm broad weight is comforting. You try not to focus on that fact that it's a little lighter, but then again, you've all lost weight. You just can't imagine him not plump, it looks good on him. "And you're the rest of it," you say and kiss his cheek.

"Gee thanks."

And that almost makes up for the Stargate malfunction and leaving you a bare two days to repair it before the asteroid hits. For once, beating Destiny's jump to hyperdrive isn't an issue. The away team uses up most of your Naquadah haul to repair the gate, but to see Eli's face in rapture as you spend what you think will be your last hours alive making love on a military issue blanket under a beautifully haunting sky of light is worth it.

Eli is always worth it.

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

NCIS, team, working in the heavy rain

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

CSI/CSI:NY, Mac/Greg, sledges on snow

[ziplocless.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot (+Author's choice), the weather brings back memories

[sexycazzy.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tony/Gibbs, on the car in the rain

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

His fingers slipped, trying to find purchase on the hood. He could not believe they were really doing this, on the car, in the rain.

His jeans were down his thighs, and Gibbs was up his ass fucking him with brutal precision as he did everything in his life.

Fingers gripped his hips and Gibbs kissed his neck before biting it. His lover's passions ran deep under a normally cool exterior and Tony was loving the ride when they exploded.

Gibbs growled in his ear, "You're mine, Tony, always."

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean & Sam, the snow storm is over so Dean teaches Sam how to make his first snowman

[alcimines.livejournal.com]

A Snowman for Dad and a Snowman for Mom (Supernatural, Dean & Sam, the snow storm is over so Dean teaches Sam how to make his first snowman)

"It looks... weird," Sam said uncertainly. He had a decent idea what a snowman was supposed to look like. And this didn't look much like that.

Two heads, three arms... and weren't you supposed to use a carrot for the nose instead of two carrots for fangs?

Dean shook his head, "It's our kind of snowman, Sammy."

Then Dean handed Sam a snow shovel.

"I'll keep it's attention," Dean said earnestly. "And while I'm doing that you sneak in from the side and take it down. Then we'll pile on together and finish it off."

Sam wiped his nose -- it was a pretty cool morning -- and then gripped the shovel handle with both hands and faded into the background. Once Sam was in position, Dean carefully began to approach the snowman.

After this, Dean thought to himself. After this, we'll build a real snowman. The kind of snowman Mom showed me how to make.

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, Hardison is afraid of thunderstorms

[ziplocless.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, the weather forecast called for overcast skies and occasional downpours

[alcetis.livejournal.com]

The weather forecast called for overcast skies and occasional downpours.

Of course, even Uther's most trusted scientists couldn't stop Arthur from engaging in a hunt when he wanted to.

And, of course, even Arthur's most heated glares could not stop Merlin from complaining when he felt the slightest bit uncomfortable.

It certainly was cloudy, after all, and Merlin saw no need to go in search of game when they had brought in a fair amount only the day before. He hated hunting as it was. Hunting while wet and cold was about as bad as it could get

"It's going to rain, Arthur. And then we're going to get wet. When we both catch cold I am not taking care of you!"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "If you could be bothered to shut your mouth for even a minute I might actually catch something. And if I catch something we can return to the castle."

It was a lie, and a blatant one. Arthur had that restless look he had been wearing for the past couple of weeks. Merlin saw him shift in his saddle.

"Sure, right, because you're not out here due to some sort of tempter tantrum," he muttered.

Arthur did his best to ignore that, clenching his fist on is crossbow and gritting his teeth.

They had cleared out of Camelot in such a hurry that Merlin almost thought that Arthur was running for his life. When the prince had briskly informed his manservant that he just wanted a hunt, Merlin had shrugged and simply obeyed.

Okay, so he might have whined and complained all the way out of the gates. And after they were out of the gates. And right now. But really, it was not a sensible errand.

Not that he would ever make the mistake of confusing his prince for someone sensible.

A low rumble came from the distance, and Merlin shuddered. "We might want to turn back."

"Why?" Arthur asked as if he hadn't heard it.

"Because-" Merlin began, but then saw the look on Arthur's face and sighed. "Nevermind."

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

Covenant, Reid Garwin/Aaron Abbot, electrical storm

Unlike the Storm Outside Your Window, Reid/Aaron, NC17

[smilesoftnsweet.livejournal.com]

Aaron’s got him pressed up against the wall mere inches from one of the large glass windows in the room. Reid’s head rests against the cool surface; his hands scrabble on either side looking for something to grip onto as Aaron pushes into him from behind. He gasps on a curse, body arching and head tilting back.

“Relax,” Aaron breathes into his ear, but his voice is rough, strained, and Reid lets the satisfaction settle in his stomach. Aaron’s hands settle on Reid’s hips, fingers grip into his skin and Reid breathes out on a stuttered breath. “That’s it. Nice and easy. There you go.”

Reid bites back a hiss of pain, waits for the familiar ache to lessen and turn into pleasure. The air is stifling around him as he rests his head back against Aaron’s shoulder and takes in a breath. He closes his eyes, pushing back against Aaron with every thrust, trying to keep the deliciously pleasant rhythm Aaron’s got going on.

The wind blowing against the windows is almost loud enough to drown out the filth Aaron’s speaking into his ears. The crash of thunder and lighting barely covers the sounds of bare skin slapping against skin or the grunts and groans and moans that fill the room.

Reid’s eyes pop open on a particularly noisy clap of thunder, eyes just catching the flash of lightning that passes, then another and another in quick succession. He watches as the storm continues outside—brutal and thunderous, beautiful in all that it’s dangerous. He bites his lip, closes his hand around his dick and jerks himself off as Aaron moves into him. He keeps his eyes on the flashes of lightning that pass, completely mesmerized, until Aaron pushes into him a little too rough.

“Fuck,” he grunts in pain, free hand fumbling back over Aaron’s arm, along his stomach before he finally gets a hold of Aaron’s hip and squeezes a warning, too much, slow down, there’s no rush. And Aaron gets it, already slowing down, easing up and working his hips in a way that has Reid moaning again.

“Sorry,” Aaron apologizes softly in his ear.

“S’okay,” he rasps, not moving his hand. “Just keep goin’ like this.”

Aaron nods against his cheek. He kisses the shell of Reid’s ear, bites at the lobe, peppers tiny kisses along his jaw and against his temple. It’s slow and lazy almost gentle, completely different from the storm raging outside—from how they usually come together—and Reid melts back into him, relishing the change.

[mickey-sixx.livejournal.com]

T:SCC, John/Derek, soaked through with rain

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

They were both soaked through with rain by the time they reached the shelter. It wasn’t a warm summer rain either but the kind of rain that left you freezing and with chattering teeth.
“Lose your clothes.” Derek said and began to pull his soaked shirt over his head. John sent him a doubtful look.
“John.” Derek said to emphasise that he was serious about this. John rolled his eyes but did as he was told.
John was skinnier than he should be but then he had never really been brawny.
"What are you doing?" Derek asked when John crawled over to him.
"Sharing body heat." John answered with a smile playing around his lips: "Like we're supposed to do."
"We're out in the open." Derek reminded him: "Do you really think this is a good idea?"
"No one's here." John rolled his eyes:"And besides, wasn't it you who wanted me to strip?"
Derek gave him a meaningful look but that didn't stop John. He stripped out of jeans and his boxershorts, too and stradled Derek's lap, lightly caressing his chest with his fingers.
"You should lose your clothes." And then, when Derek didn't move, John echoed in a perfect imitation of Derek's ealier tone:
"Lose your clothes. Derek." It wasn't a request but a command and Derek felt the spark of arousal light up in him when John used his voice like this. He looked up at John:
"Is that an order," He paused, licking his lips. John slid a hand into his hair and pulled his head back:
"Would you disobey me?" he asked with a dangerous undertone in his voice.
"Not when it is an order." Derek replied.
"That's good to know." John breathed against his skin.

Angst with UST and perhaps spoilers for 5x04... Sorry?

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

Rationally Dean knows that Castiel is becoming human now, but he still resents him so much he tries to deny it. He never offers to patch Castiel up after the hunt, believing his mojo is not yet bad enough to heal himself at least. He tries to ignore that it takes longer and longer. He punches the wall in frustration and anger after he sees the bandages picking from above Cas' collar. Bobby looks at him as if he finally lost it, but Castiel just adjust his shirt, making sure Dean can stay in his denial for a little while longer. Castiel gets it then and for a long time Dean barely see him acting human.

Castiel doesn't know how to turn on the laptop. He doesn't know how to shower either, but he never asks Dean, because that would mean he needs to do it. He's always in a shirt and tie and trenchcoat. Even if they're no longer the same ones. He doesn't get caught while changing into another shirt and Dean keeps his denial. Bobby says it's ridiculous and they're both idiots, but Castiel suffered much more for Dean and he wants to keep him as safe and happy as possible. That's the same excuse he gives Dean to avoid explaining why he now always rides with him.

They're driving through the desert and Dean keeps glancing on Castiel. The frown between his eyebrows more and more obvious. And Castiel wants to snap and ask what it is about, but he's busy staring at the road with the focused yet unseeing eyes, sitting straight and pretending he's something he is not.

Dean keeps glancing at the small droplets of sweat forming on Castiel's skin. He watches as one of them slides down his neck and behind the collar of his perfect white shirt. Only the shirt is not perfect, because Castiel is driving inside the hot car, through the dessert in his trenchcoat. Dean knows he will have to tell him to give it up before he'll overheat and just faint somewhere, but he can't make himself to say it. He hoped Bobby will.

Instead Dean keeps on glancing on the droplets sliding down Castiel's hot skin and he wants and craves and fricking itches to stop the car, slid closer and lick them away. To hear Cas moan as he tastes his skin. He keeps telling himself he can't because Castiel is an angel. And it hurts when a small voice inside him laughs cruelly.

No, he's not. And who's fault is that, Dean? Huh?

[darthbatgirl.livejournal.com]

DCU, Kon/Tim, summer rain

[darthbatgirl.livejournal.com]

DCU, Roy/Tim, fog

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

Roy waited outside of Tim's school. Fog had rolled in during the last hour, blanketing the area in grayness that matched pretty well with the way he felt lately. Jason and Dick were doing their best to get him up to speed on all the BDSM stuff. Roy had taken to surfing the internet and reading every book he could find on it after tucking Lian in to sleep. He still felt like he was drowning, like he was adrift without an anchor. It had all started after Lex kidnapped Tim. Everything had gone wrong once Lex latched onto his Tim.

Tim's Ducati looked perfectly normal. It was parked in its normal spot, waiting for its owner. Roy looked up as the school bell rang. It's normal brash sound was muffled by the fog. A couple of minutes later kids started filtering out of the school. Tim appeared out of the fog, smiling and chatting cheerfully with a couple of his friends. It was like nothing had happened.

"Roy." Tim stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Roy sitting on his bike next to Tim's Ducati.

"Tim," Roy said, nodding to Tim's friends. They looked at the two of them and said their goodbyes, hurrying off to be swallowed by the fog. "I won't keep you. I just wanted to apologize."

"What?" Tim walked closer, standing hesitantly just out of touching range. "Why?"

It hurt that he wouldn't get closer but Roy couldn't blame him. Roy had let him down. Roy didn't let it show. There was a vivid hickie just peeking out of Tim's collar. Roy had to force his eyes away from it to look at Tim. He hated the idea that Lex had put that mark on his Tim.

"I let you down," Roy explained while keeping his eyes locked on Tim's eyes. "Several times. I didn't realize you were hurting after Lex kidnapped you. I didn't understand that you needed more than I was giving you. I was so damned ashamed of myself when you came to the manor that I couldn't even look you in the eyes. I was so focused on myself that I couldn't see what you needed. I'm sorry."

Tim's mouth worked for a moment but no noise came out. He looked away, running a hand over the seat of his bike. Roy could see the emotions flickering over Tim's face: fear, want, confusion, sorrow, pain, anger. It seemed like his emotions were far more turbulent than before but maybe Roy just hadn't noticed before. Tim had never been much of a closed book.

"That's all?" Tim asked eventually.

"No," Roy said. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, not letting his anger overwhelm him. "You're mine. I hate that Lex is touching you, using you. I know you think that this is your only choice but you're wrong. I will get you back, Tim. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to but I will get you back from Lex somehow."

"Why?" Tim asked. Roy could see his pulse pounding at his throat and temples. Tim's fingers trembled on the back of his bike.

"Because unlike Lex," Roy said as he reached out to touch Tim's cheek, "I love you. Lian misses you. See if you can visit the manor this weekend. Bruce and Clark will be babysitting her so that she can play with them."

Roy started up his bike and pulled on his helmet. Tim watched, his cheeks practically glowing from the force of his blush. He reached out and grabbed Roy's sleeve before Roy could drive away.

"You mean it?" Tim asked. "You really think I'm yours."

"Of course," Roy said. His stomach fluttered at how much he wanted to force Tim to come with him. "I'm going to do whatever I have to Tim. I'll get you back. I swear."

Tim's hand fell away. There were tears hovering in his eyes. Roy didn't think Tim understood just how much he was willing to do yet but he'd get through to Tim eventually. Roy would keep coming back to convince him and if Lex started restricting Tim's movements so that Roy couldn't get at him they'd all come and bust Tim out.

Roy nodded to Tim and drove away into the fog. Despite the darkness around him, he felt like there was a little more light in his life. Somehow he had to make Tim understand just what he did for Roy. It might take the rest of their lives but Roy was determined to do it.