Getsuyō: Rain
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sherlockian_syn and this week's themes are based on songs from one of my favorite animes, Cowboy Bebop. Today's prompt is Rain. Prompts can be anything involving rain. (getting caught in a storm, singing in the rain, floods, etc.)
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.
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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...
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes (+/ any), I don't feel a thing / And I stopped remembering / The days are just like moments / Turned to hours (The Seatbelts)
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, comforting one another during an intense rainstorm
+ BBC Sherlock, John Watson/Greg Lestrade, caught in the rain
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sherlockian_syn and this week's themes are based on songs from one of my favorite animes, Cowboy Bebop. Today's prompt is Rain. Prompts can be anything involving rain. (getting caught in a storm, singing in the rain, floods, etc.)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...
+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes (+/ any), I don't feel a thing / And I stopped remembering / The days are just like moments / Turned to hours (The Seatbelts)
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, comforting one another during an intense rainstorm
+ BBC Sherlock, John Watson/Greg Lestrade, caught in the rain
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2018 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2018-12-03 01:42 pm (UTC)I don't feel a thing
And I stopped remembering
The days are just like moments
Turned to hours
(Rain by The Seatbelts)
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Date: 2018-12-03 01:43 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2018-12-03 07:55 pm (UTC)Rodney wasn’t a strong swimmer, and it was even harder trying to stay afloat and keep one hand wrapped around John’s collar. He was aiming for the next ledge, which led directly to another ledge even higher up. It was their best chance.
John really was trying, but the initial influx of water into the cave had swept him right into a rocky outcropping and he’d hit his head pretty hard. Blood was still oozing out of the gash in his temple and his eyes were unfocused.
“Hold on to me!” Rodney tugged at John until the other man clutched him around the waist. He needed both hands to reach for the ledge and pull himself up. It wasn’t easy with John’s weight pulling him down. “Almost…there…”
John lost his grip and slipped under the water.
“Damn it!” Rodney cursed.
He let go of his tenuous grasp on the ledge and went under himself, arms waving around frantically until he knocked one into John. He pushed them both to the surface, the muscles in his arms and legs burning. They both came up sputtering, but Rodney didn’t have time to be thankful John was still breathing.
“New plan. You go first.”
“Got it,” John said, his words coming too slow for Rodney’s peace of mind.
If he ever wanted to purposefully drown himself, Rodney now knew the best way to do it. Boosting John up to the ledge was no easy feat when there was nothing to brace himself on. Keeping them both alive was a pretty good motivator, though, and once John had himself up on the ledge he was able to provide a little support so that Rodney could get up there with him.
“Never…again…” Rodney gasped.
The cave was supposed to have been a safe place to wait out the sudden, torrential downpour, not a watery death trap. He selfishly wished Teyla and Ronon had been with them, because surely they’d be better at the whole water rescue thing, and then immediately felt guilty. What if they were in even more dire straits? Splitting up had been a stupid idea.
“No more splitting up,” Rodney snapped at John. “Didn’t you ever watch Scooby Doo?”
“Water’s rising,” John replied, slurring his words just a little.
“Of course it is. This stupid galaxy is determined to drown me. Come on. Get up.”
Getting back to his feet was one of the hardest things Rodney had ever done, he was sure of it. His limbs felt like limp noodles. But they couldn’t stay on the lower ledge. Luckily it was more of a crawl than a climb to get to the next one and Rodney made John go first, giving his skinny ass a push when needed.
Achieving the higher ledge gave them several feet of clearance from the water and a chance to catch their breaths. Hopefully the rainstorm was over or nearly so and the water wouldn’t overtake them. There really wasn’t anywhere else for them to go.
“Why do terrible things always happen to me?” Rodney griped. He pulled John close so they could share what meager body heat they had. “Probably get pneumonia, bronchitis, and the flu all at once from being so cold. Pretty sure you have a concussion.”
“’m okay,” John mumbled against the side of Rodney’s head. “You okay?”
“No, I’m cold and wet and miserable. Haven’t you been listening? Stay awake, John!”
“’m awake. We’re okay.”
Well, that was patently untrue. But Rodney didn’t bother correcting him. He knew what John would say if his brains hadn’t been scrambled: A rainstorm wasn’t going to be the thing that did them in. And he was probably right. They survived much worse than just some inclement weather.
At the very least, they were together.
“We’re okay,” Rodney said for John’s benefit.
John pressed a kiss against Rodney’s jaw, the skin there so numb he almost didn’t feel it. Almost. He tightened his arms around John and kept an eye on the water level. And when rescue finally came they were both more than ready to go home.
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Date: 2018-12-03 01:44 pm (UTC)Fill: drabble
Date: 2018-12-03 05:41 pm (UTC)“You do bear a fairly strong resemblance to one,” Greg Lestrade agreed. “Although I doubt I look any better. I really could have done without being caught in that downpour.”
John shook himself in an attempt to remove at least some of the surplus water.
“What I need,” he said, “is a hot shower and some dry clothes. We’re not far from Baker Street, why don’t you come back with me?”
“What about Sherlock?”
“The jammy git didn’t get wet. We could share a shower.”
“That’s an offer I cannot refuse.”
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Date: 2018-12-03 01:46 pm (UTC)McLorne
Date: 2018-12-04 06:59 pm (UTC)“I don’t mind it if it’s warm,” Evan said. “Plus after you get rainbows.”
“Yeah, well, you weren’t here the first year.”
Rodney and Evan stood side-by-side at one of the floor-to-ceiling corridor windows, watching the waves crash against the piers, water sluicing down the glass.
The first year, during that mega-storm, when the Genii had almost taken Atlantis, when Sheppard had gone John McClane on them. When Rodney had been held captive and tortured.
“No, I wasn’t.” Evan turned to Rodney. “But I’m here now. Hey - you ever danced in the rain?”
“Why would I do that?”
Evan said, “Let me go find a white t-shirt and I’ll show you.”
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Date: 2018-12-03 01:49 pm (UTC)Fill: ensemble
Date: 2018-12-04 07:03 pm (UTC)And then the sky opened, and - men came pouring down. Men in saffron robes, gray robes, dark blue robes. They landed and struck fancy kung fu poses. Magic sizzled and sparked around their hands.
Of course. Stephen had brought reinforcements.
“Couldn’t have a more subtle entrance?” Tony asked.
“Says the guy in the red and gold suit,” Stephen shot back. “Want fries with that?”
Tony glanced at Wong. “You let him do this?”
Wong sang, “It’s raining men!”
“Not just men,” Natasha said, pistols in hand.
Peter swooped by on a length of spider silk with a whoop and a “Cowabunga!”
Tony sighed. “Who taught him that?”
And an explosion rocked the ground.
“It’s go time!” Sam shouted, in Tony’s ear, and Tony took to the sky.
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Date: 2018-12-03 01:54 pm (UTC)I only want to see you
Laughing in the purple rain
(Prince & the Revolution)
Fill: Ronon + Lorne pre-slash
Date: 2018-12-04 03:28 am (UTC)Ronon looked to his right and saw Major Lorne standing beside him, staring up at the sky with wonder. The sound of thunder rolled across the alien planet's terrain. Ronon flinched before he could suppress the reflex.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lorne's brow drawn with concern.
"Are you okay?"
Ronon shrugged it off. "Yeah. Just...old habits die hard, you know? Runner instincts tell me to find shelter as soon as possible, but instead we're out here scouting."
Another crack of thunder. Ronon clenched his teeth.
"Come in, Lorne," Sheppard's voice echoed from their radios.
Lorne tapped his earpiece. "Lorne here, sir."
"Head back to the jumper ASAP. Looks like rain, and McKay insists that we don't get caught in it."
Lorne smiled slightly. "Yes, sir. On our way."
Minutes later, the sky split open and the rain came. Ronon growled, grabbing Lorne by the arm and dragging him towards the trees for some shelter before they got completely drenched.
"We can follow the edge of the forest back towards the jumper -" Ronon pointed in the direction they'd initially come from, but then Lorne was grabbing his hand and pulling him back out into the rain.
"Look!" Lorne grinned from ear to ear.
"What, Lorne? It's just rain." Ronon grimaced slightly, clothes already soaked through. He then glanced down and saw Lorne cupping Ronon's hands, allowing rainwater to gather in his palms.
It was a brilliant shade of purple.
Lorne laughed out loud. "All these planets," he said, half-shouting, "and I can still be amazed."
For a solitary moment, Ronon took in the image before him - the pool of lavender water overflowing in their hands, Lorne's hair plastered to his forehead, rivulets of water running down his dimpled cheeks, raindrops clinging to his eyelashes -
Lorne looked up at Ronon's face, blinking slowly. The water in their hands splashed to the ground as Lorne gently linked his fingers together with Ronon's. Ronon felt drawn in, like there was nothing else that existed but himself, Lorne, and the rain. He leaned in closer, watching as Lorne's eyes fluttered shut -
And the radio crackled to life again.
"Lorne, come in! What's the hold up?"
Lorne let go of Ronon's hands and reached up to touch his earpiece. "On our way, Colonel. Got caught in the storm, is all."
The two of them hustled back to the jumper, saying nothing. Once they were on their way home to Atlantis, Ronon caught himself staring at Major Lorne, smiling at the memory of his joyful laughter in the purple rain.
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Date: 2018-12-03 01:56 pm (UTC)Have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?
(Creedance Clearwater Revival)
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Date: 2018-12-03 01:58 pm (UTC)Took an oath that I'm a stick it out 'til the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
(Rihanna)
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Date: 2018-12-03 01:59 pm (UTC)Fill: Whitechapel/Berlin Station, Joe/Daniel
Date: 2018-12-04 07:20 pm (UTC)He arrived there right at the same time as another man, and he came up short before he knocked them both into a puddle.
“People aren’t kidding when they talk about English summer rain,” he remarked, peering up at the sky which had been, he was quite sure, blue two seconds ago. “Should’ve carried an umbrella, like the locals.”
“Not all the locals think to carry one,” the other man said. He had a crisp, educated accent. He wore a bespoke three-piece suit, his shirt so white it almost glowed, real cufflinks. He had dark blond hair, fine features.
“How long do you think it’ll be till the rain lets up?” Daniel asked. “I’d check the weather app on my phone but I’m pretty sure it’s a lie.”
“Well, it is England,” the other man said. “Give it half an hour and it’ll be sunny again.”
Daniel glanced at his watch. “Not sure I have half an hour.”
“Going somewhere important?” the man asked.
“Mostly in search of food. I’ve a limited lunch break time,” Daniel said.
“Well, I do have a plastic sheet for, er, work purposes. We could use it together. I know a place nearby, sells excellent pastries and the best tea. And coffee, or so I hear. If that’s your thing.”
“Work purposes?” Daniel asked.
“I’m a detective. Sometimes crime scenes get...sticky.” The other man winced.
Suddenly the man’s perfectly fastidious appearance made sense beyond mere vanity.
“Well, Detective, I am new to the area, and I am open to excellent pastries and staying dry. Daniel Miller.” He offered a hand.
“Joseph Chandler. Most people call me Joe.” He shook Daniel’s hand. “So, share plastic dropcloth with me?”
Daniel smiled. “Gladly.”
Joe fished a folded piece of plastic out of his coat pocket, and together they unfurled over both of their heads. It took a bit of doin, holding the plastic with their outside hands, arms around each other’s waists.
“A bit like a three-legged race, isn’t it?” Joe asked.
“Wouldn’t know,” Daniel admitted.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything. Shall we?”
“Let’s,” Daniel said, and, laughing, they ran through the rain.
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Date: 2018-12-03 02:01 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: SPN, Sam/Dean, kiss in the rain
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Date: 2018-12-03 02:38 pm (UTC)(guh this week's themes are gonna ruin me aren't they)
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Date: 2018-12-03 02:50 pm (UTC)(translation of the title of Utada Hikaru's song "Manatsu no Tooriame" / 「真夏の通り雨」)
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Date: 2020-10-21 05:43 pm (UTC)Cruel arms ensnare her and Abby wails as fangs sink into her throat. The haunting voices in the dark taunt her with the promise of her life taken from her. Cold hearted, the vampire discards her corpse upon the earth as her baby blue soul ascends to the heavens.
With an ear-splitting crack of thunder, Abby startles awake in bed, her chest heaving as she gasps for air. Rain dewdrops on the window, lightening flashing brightly. Frantically looking around the room, she sees no threat. It was all a horrible nightmare. She is not in danger, there is no vampire lurking in the darkness, driven wild by a thirst for blood.
A nightmare of chaos from within her mind as a sudden storm fills the dark sky. She fears her dreams, they nearly bring her to tears. Yet she takes a breath and when silence fills her mind, she knows it was only a terrible nightmare.
She feels no pain upon her neck. Her skin prickles from the chill in the air, her heart slowing from racing as she draws in a deep breath. Hannibal sleeps peacefully next to her, nude and handsome, his clothes scattered all around the room. The frightening storm does not disturb him.
Hannibal sleeps on his stomach, his chest rising and falling as he breathes tranquilly, arms and legs sprawled out like a starfish. He takes up a large part of the bed, leaving Abby almost hanging off the side. He looks peaceful, calm and relaxed, blissful without nightmares to haunt him the way the frighten her. There are dark dreams in her head, and they frighten her horribly.
As Hannibal sleeps in heavenly bliss, she looks on with fondness. Her eyes run down the lines of his nude back, and she ran her finger slowly over the scars. Across the ragged line and down the trail of golden skin. Each scar was blood he spilled to keep Abby safe. Naked as the day she was born, she cuddles closer to him and hugs his warm body to her, his arms hugging her as if to protect her from the nightmares.
Abby feels safe in his embrace, no nightmares or noisy storm frighten her; his body calms her and warms her soul like the sun shimmering brightly upon her. She presses a soft, sweet kiss to his cheek and she no longer fears the night; it was only a terrible dream, and if she is in Hannibal’s arms, no monster or storm will steal her sunshine.
♥ END ♥
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Date: 2018-12-03 03:43 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: SPN, Sam & Dean, hurt/comfort
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Date: 2019-06-23 07:02 pm (UTC)He didn't like getting wet, but it was better than getting caught in a sudden snowstorm.
Venom cautiously reached out a tenacle and caught some of the rain on it.
"Eddie, what is this stuff that is falling from the sky?" he asked.
"It's called rain," Eddie told him.
"I like it," Venom happily said.
"You would," Eddie murmured.
"Can we walk in it?" Venom asked.
"You won't leave me alone until we do will you?" Eddie retorted.
"Well..."
"That's what I thought," Eddie said safe in the knowledge that if he did as Venom asked he could enjoy a nice hot shower when they got home.
He stepped out into the downpour and headed home.
Venom wrapped himself around Eddie and protected him the best he could from the rain while enjoying it himself.
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Date: 2018-12-03 09:07 pm (UTC)Based on a true story. How am I an actual human being who has a favourite brolly? What kind of person has a favourite brolly?
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