Monday: Wet
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badfalcon and I'm stepping in to host today. Apologies for the lateness of the post.
Today's theme is based on what I see out of my window. That is wet - is someone enjoying a nice soak in a bubble bath, or an invigorating shower? Maybe they've been caught in a rainstorm. Is someone's behaviour being wet and drippy?
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Think of the Code monkeys and use this format:
Doctor Who, any doctor + companion, the rain on this planet will eat you alive
Criminal Minds/NCIS, Garcia/Abby, empty wine glasses on the edge of the bath
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badfalcon and I'm stepping in to host today. Apologies for the lateness of the post. Today's theme is based on what I see out of my window. That is wet - is someone enjoying a nice soak in a bubble bath, or an invigorating shower? Maybe they've been caught in a rainstorm. Is someone's behaviour being wet and drippy?
Always remember the Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
NO SPOILERS IN PROMPTS
If your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Think of the Code monkeys and use this format:
Doctor Who, any doctor + companion, the rain on this planet will eat you alive
Criminal Minds/NCIS, Garcia/Abby, empty wine glasses on the edge of the bath
Don't like today's prompt? Check out the lonely prompts.
tag=wet
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Date: 2012-02-13 07:09 pm (UTC)Fill: Cold Air (Torchwood: Jack/Ianto: PG)
Date: 2015-01-13 09:26 pm (UTC)“Jack are you actually serious?”
“Oh come on Ianto! Live a little!” Called Jack as he jumped over the railings and onto the sand of the beach, the sun setting slowly on the horizon. He smiled up at Ianto, “Plus you need to let loose a bit. Have some fun.”
Ianto rolled his eyes, quietly replying,
“For some reason I don't think you mean fun as in; lets run into the sea naked kind of fun.”
“We could always do that too!”
“Do we really have to do this now? You know it is a bit... well chilly.”
“Stop worrying. Now come on before it gets colder!”
“Seriously Jack I am not sure I really want to do this.”
Jack frowned slightly at Ianto, as they stood a couple of metres from the water line. Reaching out, he grasped the younger man's hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. Ianto swallowed hard, sighing heavily.
“I'm sorry Jack.”
“What's bothering you?” Jack asked quietly, closing the gap between them, now wrapping his arms around his waist, placing soft kisses on the back of Ianto's neck.
“I just don't fancy getting wet in the freezing cold.” Mumbled Ianto, his eyes closing as Jack's lips pressed one more kiss to his skin.
“Tell you what, we'll only go in for a couple of minutes. Who knows? You might just enjoy yourself.”
…
Both standing in just boxers before each other, Ianto's clothes neatly folded behind him, Jack's in a messy heap apon his coat, they shared a look, before stripping down to nothing.
“A few minutes and that is all. It's bloody freezing... I would rather not have anything important drop off.” Ianto muttered, wandering to the waters edge calmly, his skin covered in goose bumps.
“I'll regret this in the morning.” He muttered sadly, before he watched Jack run into the sea, stark naked. Ianto chuckled at the girly shrieks coming from his lovers mouth. Soon he gave up being stoic and calculating everything wrong about that fact of skinny dipping and braced himself for the chill of the water. He seemed a little more accustomed to the coolness of the water.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all!
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Date: 2012-02-13 07:12 pm (UTC)Kind of Magic (PG)
Date: 2012-02-13 11:14 pm (UTC)“Look, we’re really very sorry,” he tries, but the Arachnidie guarding him merely tightens the ropes of web restraining him.
“Actually, we’re really not,” says River.
The three Arachnidies surrounding her almost block her from the Doctor’s view, so he supposes that she can’t see the look that he’s giving her right now. It’s better than thinking that she’s just ignoring it.
“And I didn’t use magic,” she continues. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re just a lot smarter than you are.”
“River!”
“I’m not telling them anything but the truth, sweetie.”
It’s irritating when she knows more than him and comes calling with ‘spoilers’ on her lips, but some days Young River is even worse. Like days when they’re arrested for witchcraft by an indigenous species who happen to resemble giant spiders and come complete with acidic webbing that they use to restrain their captives.
His jacket will never be the same again and when he finally manages to retrieve his sonic screwdriver from his pocket he suspects that it’s going to have acid-etched stripes.
(Alright, admittedly it’s only a mild acid, but he likes this jacket.)
“The Ocean of The Righteous will prove it,” the one in charge proclaims to the crowd of Arachnidies behind them. “If she’s a witch magic was used. If she floats she’s a witch!”
“Well that’s a sort of logic I suppose,” says River.
The Doctor looks at the webbing wrapped so thoroughly around her that she’s practically cocooned and at the steep cliff in front of them with a raging sea below.
“Sorry, floats?”
“What about swimming?” River asks curiously.
The Doctor closes his eyes, even though he knows that it’s a bad idea, and groans. He can’t help it.
When he opens them again River is gone.
The Arachnidies move closer to the edge of the cliff and the Doctor moves with them. The water is too wild to be able to see if there’s a splash or not, but he does see a reassuring flash of familiar blue about halfway down. He sighs and wonders which one of them is going to have to remember to have moved the TARDIS.
“You don’t seem concerned,” one of his guards says.
“Of course I’m concerned,” he replies. “You really shouldn’t arrest or kill people just because they’re different and there’s no such thing as magic. At least not that I’m aware of and if there is then we weren’t using it.”
“But the witch. You believe she will float and live?”
“Oh, well,” says the Doctor, gaging the drop to the TARDIS and steeling himself to jump. “She’s rather her own kind of magic.”
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Date: 2012-02-13 07:44 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice,
For who owns the ground under the lemon grass?
Who owns the ground under the elephant grass?
Who owns the swamp - father of rivers?
Who owns the stagnant pool - father of waters?
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Date: 2012-02-13 07:47 pm (UTC)Supernatural, Winchesters, when we bleed, we bleed the same
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Date: 2012-02-13 07:50 pm (UTC)Counterfeit Son, Jon&Neil, Jon still weeps inside when Neil cringes away, thinking for a moment he's back in that hellhole, back to being Cameron
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Date: 2012-02-13 07:56 pm (UTC)Journey 2 the Mysterious Island, all of them, they were found washed up on the shore, insisting it was a mysterious island
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Date: 2012-02-13 07:57 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt/Blaine + author's choice, pool party
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Date: 2012-02-13 07:58 pm (UTC)Filled
Date: 2012-02-14 06:45 am (UTC)Finnick had died underground, in the dark, oppressive earth, torn to pieces, or so she had been told. He had had forsaken the sea, given up his freedom, his love, even life itself, so that their son would be born in a world without the Hunger Games.
Sometimes she could feel him in a warm wind, hear his laughter ringing in the crashing of the waves, taste his lips in the salt of the sea. He had promised her they would be together always, so completely unified that no living creature could say where she began and he ended.
She watches their son, laughing and running from the waves that lap the shore. His blond curls catch the sun just as Finnick’s once had, his innocent smile warming the salt water that flowed through her veins. As the sea foam pours over his tiny feet, she thinks that Finnick kept his promise after all.
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Date: 2012-02-13 08:15 pm (UTC)Pyrrhus
Date: 2012-02-14 05:19 am (UTC)---
There’s only one figure left standing in the rubble when the smoke and dust clear. Tony can see the dark silhouette, still against the foggy surroundings, still as a statue. It’s a man; the shoulders are broad enough that he can tell that much. He can’t make out if it’s Thor or his brother. He approaches cautiously, ready to shoot should he need to. Cap is behind him, backing him up.
After a moment, the figure’s head rises minutely and turns, looking directly at Tony. It’s Loki. There’s no way Thor would ever stand like that. So very still, in the smoke and the dust.
“Stand down,” Tony calls, targeting Loki’s chest. “We have you outnumbered.”
He doesn’t reply, but slowly raises his horned helmet and settles it atop his raven hair.
Tony flies forward, and now he can see the square, a mass of debris from the surrounding buildings, chunks of ice, and molten asphalt. There’s a body lying on the ground. In familiar armor. He realizes that the dust has faded from the air. It’s raining.
Loki speaks. “I did this.” There’s blood on his face, slowly rinsing away. “Thor. Is dead by my hand. Asgard… falls to me.”
Tony doesn’t want to believe those words, but the cold shock on Loki’s face, even as he announces his victory, convinces him more than anything that they are true. He rushes forward to kneel beside the body. Loki doesn’t move. Thunder rumbles in the distance and the rain picks up, hissing across the street.
Thor looks bad. He looks dead. Tony’s visor is giving him a negative on vital signs.
He suddenly realizes that he’s going to kill Loki.
But that’s when he hears it. Low, under the rain, but impossibly, hideously clear, Tony hears a shuddering breath. A pinched cry. Behind him, Loki has hunched into himself, horns lowered submissively. He seems small for a god. Small, even, for a man.
Tony closes Thor’s eyes and calls SHIELD.
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