Friday: Rainbow

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Hello, everyone. I’m raktajinos and today's theme is Rainbow. To conclude this week of colour, we're ending with the rainbow. This can be interpreted to reflect queer characters, queer relationships, racial diversity, or emotions you associate with rainbows, weather patters, or fandoms.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ any, any, was anyone here straight?
+ Torchwood, Ianto/Jack/John, Ianto would be lying to say he hadn't imagined it
+ any, any woman, realizing that women were just better lovers

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[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

any, any, was anyone here straight?

Marvel CInematic Universe/Thor

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"So who was at the Grandmaster's Orgy again?" Rhodey asked.

"Me, Loki, Valkyrie, the Grandmaster of course, a few hundred others," Thor said. "It was much more elaborate than Asgardian orgies. Tacky, if you ask me."

"Who was at the Asgardian orgies?" Natasha asked.

"Me, Loki, Sif, Fandral, Heimdall, Hogun, Volstagg. A much cozier gathering."

"Question," Tony said. "Are any aliens straight?"

"Tony," Rhodey said, frowning at the inappropriateness.

"Not really? I mean, it's theoretically possible of course, but..." Thor said with a shrug. "It's kind of like banana pudding."

"How is being straight like banana pudding?" Natasha asked.

"It's mostly an Earth thing."

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Ianto/Jack/John, Ianto would be lying to say he hadn't imagined it

Fic: Fantasy vs Reality

[caz251.livejournal.com]

Ianto would be lying if he said that he hadn’t imagined it before, he had thought about it, pictured it and once or twice mentally planned the scenario in his head. It was quite different in reality though. He had figured that with their previous relationship John would be more interested in Jack so it would be a John and Ianto lavishing Jack with attention type of scenario, however it appeared that they had decided to team up on him instead.

Ianto was used to Jack’s pheromones by now, but coupled with John’s the concentration of 51st century pheromones in the air were making him weak at the knees, or that might have been the two men working their way all over his body. Jack had started at his head and John at his feet and they were attempting to kiss every inch of him. Jack for some reason had insisted that John wasn’t allowed to kiss his lips and the other man had acquiesced straight away, making Ianto wonder if it was some 51st century custom of threesomes that he was unaware of, after all no matter how much he may wish it at times, Jack hadn’t come with a manual.

Surrendering himself to Jack’s drugging kisses he let himself become immersed in the pleasure they were inflicting upon his body. His last thought before he gave himself completely over to pleasure was that his thoughts and fantasies really didn’t measure up to the reality.

[raktajinos.livejournal.com]

any, any woman, realizing that women were just better lovers

Fill: Ocean's 8, Debbie/Lou NSFW-ish

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Claude Becker had been an excellent lover in many ways, but in the end, he was still a self-centered artist and conman whose concerns didn't much extend beyond his own wants and needs. So while Debbie did have fun when they were together, and while Claude's morning-after breakfast skills were beyond extraordinary, she never felt properly taken care of. She was always left wanting more.


But it was okay, because she loved him and he loved her. That's what she thought, anyway.

She should have known he would betray her.

The thought passed through her mind every single day she was in prison.

When she returned to the real world, hands itching to make up for lost time, Debbie found Lou first.

"Why do you need to do this?" Lou asked her.

Because I want to learn how to trust again, she thought.

"Because it’s what I’m good at," Debbie answered.

The one thing she hadn't planned, once the crown jewels were tucked away in the refrigerator, was that she would fall into bed with Lou, but that's what happened. At first Debbie blamed the post-job high, adrenaline expressing itself through desperate touches, fevered kisses, passionate cries as their bodies pulsed with pleasure.

But it kept happening. Debbie wanted it to. Lou paid attention, listened to her, knew when it needed to be quick and when it needed to be drawn out.

Claude never made her feel that way.

They laid in bed together one night, cuddling in post-coital afterglow, when Debbie asked the question.

"Are all women as good as you are?"

Lou scoffed. "No one is as good as me."

Debbie slapped at her playfully. "You know what I mean. I just...it was never this good. Before. I was just the means to an end and that's all."

"Well," Lou began, rolling to lay on top of Debbie, "he was a twat, anyway."

Debbie chuckled and they both fell silent.

Finally, Lou spoke. "You deserve everything." She kissed Debbie on the lips softly and began making her way down the length of Debbie's body, leaving a trail of light kisses in her wake. She left a kiss on Debbie's thigh and looked back up at her.

"And more."


Debbie gasped, and words were no longer needed.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock Holmes (+/ John Watson), rainbow scarf

Fill: my Femlock 'verse

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

“Back, Shirl.”

Jane walked through the door of the flat, a bag of groceries in one hand and a disposable coffee cup in the other.

“Mmm,” Shirley grunted.

Jane could only sigh and shake her head. She put her bag on the table and took another sip of coffee. “I picked up your favorite biscuits. I noticed you’d ran out.”

She took her time putting all her purchases in their proper place, though she knew that with Shirley living in the same household, the kitchen could look completely different by tomorrow morning.

“Miss anything while I was gone?”

Silence.

Jane reached for the last item in her bag. She’d seen it on a discount rack at the shop and it had spoken to her, connected with her, asked her to give it a home.

It was a giant, rainbow-colored scarf.

Jane put the scarf around her shoulders and tied it the way she liked best. If this didn’t get Shirley’s attention, then she was truly lost to whatever she was busying herself with.

Jane went into the living room, sat in her designated comfy chair, and sipped at the lukewarm remains of her coffee. Shirley continued to stare at her computer screen, completely enthralled.

“Did Gretchen text you back about the Ice Truck killer case?”

It was related to the work, so of course it got Shirley’s attention.

“No, she hasn’t. Honestly, it’s a war of attrition at this point, and if she’s too proud to tell me that she needs my help, then I’m not -”

Shirley finally looked at Jane and her eyes went wide.

“What is that abominable thing around your neck?”

Jane took the rainbow fabric in her hand and smoothed it between her fingers. “I take it you don’t like it, then?”

“What on earth would possess you to buy that, let alone wear it out in public?”

Jane shrugged. “I don’t know. I saw it, and I liked it. So I bought it.”

“It’s absolutely garish.”

Jane stood up from her chair and walked back into the kitchen. “Thank you, Shirley.”

“You can’t wear it when we work cases.”

Jane turned around and stared at Shirley, rising to the challenge. “From now on, it’s the only scarf I’m wearing while you work. Now do you want tea and biscuits, or are you going to keep complaining?”

Shirley smirked. “Is one mutually exclusive to the other?”

“In this case, yes.”

Shirley uncurled herself from her chair and shuffled into the kitchen. Jane stood at the sink filling the kettle with water, and she felt Shirley’s arms wrap around her waist.

“I’m sorry.”

Jane scoffed playfully. “You just want me to give you the florentines.”

“No, I wanted to say that you look beautiful no matter what you’re wearing.”

Jane felt the barest whisper of Shirley’s lips on the back of her neck as Shirley’s arms squeezed Jane in a tight hug.

“But also, where are the florentines?”

Jane turned around with a grin on her face, and she kissed Shirley on the forehead. “Behind you, on the table. I’ll put the kettle on.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne (+/ any), a relative named Rainbow

Not a fill...but...

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I can just imagine him trying to explain this.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any,

Rainbows are memories
Sweet dream reminders
What is it you like to do
(The Muppets)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden +/ Jupiter Jones, rainbow sherbet

Fill -- Tropical Paradise

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Jupiter leaves the salvage yard with a credenza and returns with a dolly stacked full of industrial-sized drums of ice cream. “I stopped in for a cone, and their freezer was broken.”

“You didn’t offer to fix it?” Aunt Mathilda asks.

“Yeah, but the guy said it would have voided the warranty. And the serviceman couldn’t get out to fix it til tomorrow afternoon, so I made him an offer--I got all this for $25!” Jupe says gleefully.

“Mercy, goodness, sweetness and light! Where are we going to put it all?”

“I can haul a freezer in from the yard and set it up out by the laundry room,” he answers, smiling in anticipation of enough ice cream to last for months.

He’s hauling the biggest upright freezer they have--which is actually the only upright they have at the moment--when Trixie trots up. “Do you need help with that? Steering, maybe? Because you’ve way off course for the front gate.”

“I’m taking it to the house,” he puffs, yanking at the dolly, which is stuck in a rut. “I just got a mega-deal on some ice cream.” Trixie lends her weight to the endeavor and they finally get their burden to the roofed-over area by the Jones’s back door. Triumphantly, Jupe plugs it in.

“Golly!” Trixie gasps when she sees the bounty. “When you said ice cream, you weren’t kidding!”

The trouble is, it doesn’t all fit in the upright. Even after Jupe pulls out his faithful Swiss Army knife and cuts some of the containers down to the level of the ice cream to stack them, there still isn’t quite enough room. Something’s got to go…one cylinder is down to the last couple of cups at the bottom, so Jupe grabs that.

“Let’s go take a break and kill this thing,” he suggests.

They grab two spoons from the kitchen and Jupe heads to one of the patio tables in the garden center. “And here I thought you’d want to take it back to Headquarters and lick it off me,” Trixie teases.

“Believe me, I considered it, but Aunt Mathilda would have suspected what was really going on, so here we are, in plain sight, clearly not doing anything. Your reputation is intact.”

“Ha!” Trixie digs in. “I didn’t tell her about us, but she knows things.” She doesn’t look too troubled by the thought.

The label on the container identifies it as “Tropical Paradise”, a multi-hued concoction of mango, coconut, banana and lime. It’s pretty good; for what Jupe paid, it’s downright delicious. They take turns digging into the cold goodness.

“This is like the punch my mom used to make,” Trixie says. “For grown-up parties, like her Thanksgiving Open House, it was tea-based punch with a lemonade ice ring from a Bundt pan. But for us kids, when we had birthday parties, it was some kind of powdered drink mix and she’d dump a quart of rainbow sherbet into it to keep it cold. Messy, but fun.”

He loves listening to Trixie reminisce about her childhood. It’s so completely different from his own experience that sometimes he thinks they don’t have anything in common. Then she’ll talk about some mystery she solved, and he’s reminded of what they share.

Finally, they’re both surfeited with Tropical Paradise. There’s one hearty serving left; it seems a shame to waste it. “Go for it,” Jupe tells her. “I think I’m done.”

“Me too,” Trixie says mournfully. She looks at the colorful, gooeyness and brightens. “I know! I’m going to see if Aunt Matilda has a smaller container I can put this into, and I’ll take it over to Mr. Przewalski. I’ll bet he’d love a cold treat on a day like this!” She springs up from the table and grabs the drum.

Jupe is humbled. He’s known Mr. Przewalski since forever, but it simply wouldn’t have occurred to him to offer the last of the ice cream to the old man. He catches Trixie’s arm and pulls her in for a kiss.

“I love you.”

She blinks, blue eyes wide. What came over him? He’s never said that to her--heck, he’s never said it to anyone he wasn’t related to before.

“That’s good,” she says awkwardly. “Because I think I love you, too.”

He stands there in a daze as she races away, is still standing there when she returns a couple minutes later with a blue and white container that once held sour cream. In passing, she gives him a shy smile and continues on her errand of kindness.

Nothing is sweeter than this moment, he thinks. Not even ice cream.

…

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Any, "Is everyone in this galaxy gay??"

[caz251.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Broken rainbows

[caz251.livejournal.com]

MCU, Any, Rainbow bridge

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any,

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
(Judy Garland)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any,

Why are there so many
Songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions
But only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
(The Muppets)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any, they've dyed their hair every color of the rainbow

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, ensemble, the Avengers have their own float in the NYC Pride March

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Any, any f/f,

Saw your face, heard your name, gotta get with you
Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new
(Hayley Kiyoko)

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Stargate Atlantis, any +/ any, the color of your aura is...a rainbow?

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Any, f/f, meet-cute at Pride

[swan-secrets.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Finding out your collage roommate is gay when they hang up a rainbow flag

[swan-secrets.livejournal.com]

Legends of Tomorrow, Sara Lance, She literally fights for LGBTQ rights

[swan-secrets.livejournal.com]

Any Superhero fandom, any, A hero starts wearing a rainbow cape

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Any, any, I can see a rainbow in your tears as they hit the ground

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

One direction rpf, zayn mailk /Harry styles, pride fest

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Call me by your name rpf, armie hammer /Timothée Chalamet, embracing the queer culture

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Shadowhunters, alec lightwood /Jace horndale, your my rainbow

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural rpf, Colin Ford /Jensen Ackles, he comes out