Tuesday: Exotic Locales
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mithrel and our second theme of the week is Exotic Locales. Tropical paradises. Foreign countries. Other planets. If it's exotic, it works!
Please format your prompts properly:
Hawaii Five 0, Charlie Fong/Kono. He takes her to [insert European country here] on their honeymoon.
NCIS, Tony/Ziva. What really happened in Paris in Jet Lag.
Star Trek, any(/any). Visiting the Shore Leave Planet.
Remember the rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom in a row.
Absolutely no spoilers in prompts
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave a space.
Don't see anything interesting today? Check out the lonely prompts!
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mithrel and our second theme of the week is Exotic Locales. Tropical paradises. Foreign countries. Other planets. If it's exotic, it works!Please format your prompts properly:
Hawaii Five 0, Charlie Fong/Kono. He takes her to [insert European country here] on their honeymoon.
NCIS, Tony/Ziva. What really happened in Paris in Jet Lag.
Star Trek, any(/any). Visiting the Shore Leave Planet.
Remember the rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom in a row.
Absolutely no spoilers in prompts
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave a space.
Don't see anything interesting today? Check out the lonely prompts!
tag=exotic locales
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Date: 2012-02-25 11:59 am (UTC)Balthazar shrugs and sips his martini. Ben grins as his mom rolls her eyes in a manner that demonstrates both exasperation and fondness. He then returns his attention to the one hundred and one dalmation puppies pawing at his legs. He picks up one of them and scratches behind its ear. The puppy sighs contently whilst its litter-mates beg Ben in high-pitched British voices to go next. Ben laughs at the absurdity of it, but he has to admit that he's not all that surprised. Weirdness and vaccations inside Disney movies are par for the course when your step-dad is an angel.
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Date: 2012-02-21 04:32 pm (UTC)Nothing has blown up, nor does it seem to be likely to do so anytime soon. Nothing is trying to kill/eat/maim him. No-one seems to wish him any immediate harm either, they all seem rather enamoured with him and keep bringing him fruity drinks with curly straws in.
It's quite nice though, he thinks. This whole "holidaying" business. The Tardis has provided him with swimming trunks, and sunglasses, and the children in the area have been quick to realise that here is an adult who wants to play with them.
He splashes thoughtfully in the warm shallow surf. It's really not so bad after all. It's certainly not exciting, but it is. What's that word again? Relaxing.
He concludes he should try holidaying more often.
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Date: 2012-02-21 02:46 pm (UTC)Heeeere on Gilligan's Isle... 1/2
Date: 2012-02-22 04:52 pm (UTC)---
“Well, what about you, then?” snarled Tony, throwing away the slab of metal he had pulled from the wreckage of their destroyed plane. He’d been going through the mess for hours – ever since it had cooled enough to touch – and he was reaching the end of his rope. Hardly anything had come through intact, and yeah, he was a genius, but that didn’t mean he could get them off the damn island with a screwdriver and half a luggage rack. “Instead of lying there, make yourself useful.”
Loki opened an eye and regarded Tony without interest. “And what, pray tell, would you have of me?” He unfolded one arm from behind his head and gestured around him, taking in the smoking aircraft, the miles of blank, white sand, and the scraggly scrub that decorated the landscape as one went farther from the waterline. “Unless you wish me to shape wood with my hands, there is nothing to do. I thought you were going to make an axe or the like.”
Tony huffed and turned back to the plane. There was plenty of metal for that, but nothing he’d found yet was quite right, twisted as it was. “I’m working on it.”
“Well, do it quietly,” said Loki, who seemed like he was going back to sleep. Tony stopped rummaging to glare at him where he was lounging against a sand dune and looking completely unconcerned. He even made the streaks of grease and burned cape look good.
“You could look for water,” said Tony, wiping sweat from his forehead as he yanked out a handful of wires.
He heard Loki shrug against the sand. “I could. But I, unlike you, can survive without it. Why bother?”
“You- I have had it up to here with you.” Tony stripped off his gloves and stalked across the beach to stand in Loki’s sun. “It’s no wonder no one in Asgard wanted to put up with you! How exactly do you think you’re going to get off this island without me, hm? Going to fly?”
Loki sat up, absently brushing sand off his shoulders. “Do go on, Stark, I’m riveted. You can’t even get this off, which is why we’re in this predicament to begin with.” He ran a finger along the smooth black collar that encircled his neck. It was of SHIELD design, a power suppressor. The plane had been a prison plane. “Had an epiphany, though? Going to hammer it off with a rock and watch my head explode? Please.”
He did have a point. Tony was going to need to fashion some pretty fine tools before he could tackle the collar. He decided to try a different tack. “Fine. Okay, I’ll admit that. But we’re the only two people on this whole hunk of rock. If we don’t get along, we’ll never escape.”
The God of Mischief chuckled at that and stood up. “It’s always about the interpersonal with you, isn’t it… But I, lucky for your life and my pants, have just had an idea.” Leaving Tony spluttering behind him, he walked to the edge of the sea and waded in. Once he was up to his waist, he stilled, and began to murmur something that Tony couldn’t hear over the waves.
Tony sniffed. “Fine, you pompous ice princess…” He turned his back.
It was then that the whole island shook, as if an explosion had gone off in the near vicinity. Staggering, Tony whipped around. “Loki?! What did y- Holy shit.” Big enough to block out the sun, raining seawater that rushed up the beach, a giant serpent had just erupted from the ocean! Its eyes were like coals, its snout as big as a taxi, and the teeth that Tony could see as long as his leg. It was also leaning down, menacing, toward Loki-
-Who had raised his arms and was now embracing what he could of the horrendous creature’s face. He was smiling, too. After a minute of communing with the beast, he looked over his shoulder and Tony and smirked. “I believe I’ve solved our problem,” he declared brightly.
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Date: 2012-02-21 03:19 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, Along the indifferent corridors of space, angels could be hiding. (Linda Pastan)
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Date: 2012-02-21 03:20 pm (UTC)Inception/Chronicles of Narnia, Arthur/Eames, his Granna Susan used to tell him stories about a fantastic place... and a lion has been showing up in his dreams lately, but only the ones he shares with Arthur
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Date: 2012-02-21 03:23 pm (UTC)Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney, lords of atlantis
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Date: 2012-02-21 03:25 pm (UTC)Highlander, Methos, name a civilization and he’s ruled it
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Date: 2012-02-21 09:05 pm (UTC)Within minutes of hearing about it Sam was determined to go on the trip. Somehow it seemed like everything he’d come to college for. A chance to get away from hunting, see the world, live the college life.
Live his life.
But it wasn’t covered by his scholarship and there were only so many hours he could work and he still had to pay for books and food and bored and there were so many nights, especially as the deadline for applications approached, that he thought about how easy it would be to get the money.
But if he got caught it would all be over and there was no way he was risking his future for… this.
The day before the applications were due he got a letter in the mail. It was from somewhere in the middle of nowhere. It was thick and the hand writing of the address was Dean’s.
For a brief moment, as Sam tore open the envelope he forgave his brother’s months of silence and unanswered calls, forgave Dean for stalking him (he was just trying to keep Sam safe, Sam wasn't suprised) because it was obviously how Dean had discovered the trip and had made the money himself and…
Instead of the cash that would send him to Europe the envelope held a short note about how there were warning signs of some random thing in the area and the research Sam needed to keep himself safe and hunt it.
Two years later, when Sam had the money to sign up for another trip the bitter taste in his mouth
didn’t go away until he’d thrown out the application.
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Date: 2012-02-21 03:27 pm (UTC)Journey 2 the Mysterious Island, author’s choice, the Island appears when and wherever it wants
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Date: 2012-02-21 03:47 pm (UTC)not a fill, but...
Date: 2012-02-22 05:18 pm (UTC)(You have the most consistently amazing prompts, btw. I can't count how many of yours are in my 'to write' file.)
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Date: 2012-02-21 03:51 pm (UTC)Fill: "Meddling Kids," MCU (Thor), gen, G, 1/1
Date: 2014-12-04 08:12 pm (UTC)Jane rubbed Darcy’s arm in comfort. “I know. I really, really thought it was something more…” She trailed off, knowing everyone knew exactly what she wanted to say.
“It was a grave error on my part,” Thor said humbly, hanging his blond head in shame. “Loki and I were young and foolish, we were not yet skilled at our magic and power.”
Jane narrowed her eyes. “So tell me again how exactly you kept ending up in the same spot in the Atlantic Ocean.”
Thor rubbed his face, still flushed with embarrassment. “You see, whenever we would try to make contact with Midgard, Loki and I would wait for a storm. For many years, storms occurred during the warm times near your very hot territory by the ocean.”
“Florida,” Darcy said absently, still staring dumbfounded into the stars.
“Yes,” Thor said, nodding in thanks. “My lightning and Loki’s magic would go unnoticed during a storm. But as I said, we were young and stupid, and we missed our mark a bit and ended up in the water.”
Jane sighed and frowned. “A lot of people died because of your mistakes. Shame on you.”
Thor shook his head. “No, Jane, we did not let those sailors perish. We brought them to Asgard and allowed them to live among us…only Heimdall was aware of their presence. My father was conveniently left out of the affair.”
“So the Bermuda Triangle was just a couple of teenage gods making magic mistakes,” Darcy said. She reached over and grabbed another beer next to Jane’s lawn chair. “I need to be so much drunker for this.”
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Date: 2012-02-21 04:40 pm (UTC)"Disney Moony." Is Sirius' retort as though this should answer everything. "Honestly Moony! You'd think being half muggle you'd understand the lure of disney better than me!"
He's using exclamation marks, Remus thinks worriedly, he's using exclamation marks and words like lure, this can't end well."
He agreed to go with Sirius more because he felt the need to go back to France. Having not visited since the, incident, as thought not returning could undo it? And so they were going to Disneyland Paris, and Remus was already starting to regret it.
Luckily, he had talked Sirius out of flying them there on his motorbike, but he did have to concede to letting Sirius drive them there on it instead. By the time they had made the crossing on the ferry he was starting to wonder why he had allowed the damn thing at all. What was wrong with a nice safe train after all?
Of course he knew why, Sirius could be incredibly, persuasive, and that was why they were not at the happiest place on earth, the Magical Kingdom (TM).
Watching Sirius tumble through the air attached to metal rails, Remus couldn't help himself smiling. The man was a puppy in the body of a grown up, irresistible but big enough to knock you flying.
He watched Sirius shoot overhead, hanging upside down and whooping like a mad man; broke himself off a small piece of chocolate and smiled.
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