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Tisdag - Tuesday - In Water

Hello! cyphersushi here again, yesterday was so much fun - you guys are very clever and inventive.

Today's stop on the tour is a bit more wide than yesterdays, today our characters end up in, around or on water. Maybe they go on a cruise, get stranded on an island, go swimming, find an underwater city or sit on the beach. Endless possibilities - let's see some wet people!

Most importantly - have fun!

The usual rules apply of course.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.

If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts has been answered, you can prompt again.

And, because we LOVE our code monkeys, please follow the standard format with your prompts. Such as:

Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, "You bought an island? Seriously?"

Leverage/Burn Notice, Mike/Eliot, Five minutes of rest in the Keys

If none of the prompts catch your interest, feel free to browse around our Lonely Prompts section and show some lovin' to our prompts without homes. There are some really awesome prompts just witing for a writer over on delicious.

Most importantly - Have fun!



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Sep. 1st, 2009 08:59 am (UTC)
Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, "You bought an island? Seriously?"
Mar. 31st, 2010 07:23 pm (UTC)
Eliot scowled at the computer screen, low growl building in his chest and his hand curling into a fist.

"You bought an island?" Hardison repeated. "Seriously. You bought an island?"

"Yeah, Hardison. I bought me an island. Means I can get away from you I don't gotta worry about anyone finding the body."

Hardison's eyes widened and he squeaked, backing quickly out of Eliot's office.
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Sep. 1st, 2009 09:00 am (UTC)
Leverage/Burn Notice, Mike/Eliot, Five minutes of rest in the Keys
Sep. 1st, 2009 09:05 am (UTC)
The Little Mermaid, Ariel/Eric, Ariel convinces Triton to turn Eric into a merman temporarily so they can make an official visit.
Oct. 15th, 2010 07:49 pm (UTC)
a king's boon - PG, Eric/Ariel
(This doesn't exactly follow your prompt. I hope you don't mind. Also, I ignore the sequel.)

Eric has watched his wife stare longingly at the sea for nearly a year now, and he's tired of it. She has embraced life on land, has listened to the courtiers with their innuendoes and barely-hidden barbs, has studied the history of his people, hasn't even seen her father or sisters since the wedding.

It is not fair. She's hurting, and that he will not abide.

So early one morning, while Ariel reads in the library, Eric takes out a small boat. Over the open water, he calls for King Triton, Lord of the Ocean, Emperor of the Deep. His father-in-law.

No one replies until the sun is high in the sky, and then Triton is there, powerful and intimidating, looming above the fragile dinghy.

“What do you want, human?” Triton demands. “Where is my daughter?”

“She misses you,” Eric says, shoving aside his fear, allowing only the loving husband to speak. “I’ve come to ask a boon of you, your majesty.”

Triton subsides, face gentling. “Ask.”

Eric takes a deep breath. “You turned your daughter into a human woman because that was her greatest wish. I want her to be happy, so I request that you change us both into merfolk for a time. So that she may show me her home, as I’ve shown her mine.”

“And if she chooses to stay with us, King Eric?” Triton leans in close, and Eric hears hurricanes in his voice. “What will you do then?”

“I cannot stay with her beneath the waves,” Eric admits. “I have a duty to my people, my kingdom. But if returning to you, to the ocean, is what makes her happy, I will willingly leave her.”

Triton nods, smiling. “Then return to your castle and your bride,” he says. “Tell her to swim out with you tomorrow at dawn. I will leave the choice of visiting her home to her.” He dives, without a single ripple to show his passing, and Eric begins the long trip back to shore.

It takes less time than expected because a wave pushes him most of the way. Grimsby meets him at the dock, frown firmly in place, but Eric simply laughs at him and hurries past.

He must find Ariel and tell her that he wants to see her home, to see her dance and fly in the water, to know her true self, that wild and passionate daughter of the sea. And if she chooses to stay there, he will understand. He will.

But he fervently hopes she won’t.

Edited at 2010-10-15 07:51 pm (UTC)
Re: a king's boon - PG, Eric/Ariel - itcomesinphases - Oct. 27th, 2010 07:49 am (UTC) - Expand
Re: a king's boon - PG, Eric/Ariel - tigriswolf - Oct. 27th, 2010 12:37 pm (UTC) - Expand
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Apr. 5th, 2010 06:20 am (UTC)
Filled: SPN, Cas/Dean, Skinny dipping in a lake to get clean after a hunt - Dean's a sneaky sneak
“Perfect,” Dean said.

He pulled the Impala over, got out and went around to the passenger door. Castiel stared up at him, confused, when Dean grabbed a fistful of his jacket. “C’mon, we’re getting cleaned up before we stink the car out.”

The angel let himself be pulled out of the vehicle, and watched as Dean leaned against it to pull his boots off. “We’re not at the motel,” he said, finally.

Dean gave him a I got the stupidest angel in the garrison look and moved onto his shirt. “Right. The shower in that room doesn’t work and the longer we sit in the car like this, the harder it’s going to be to clean. I’m not replacing the upholstery again.” He nodded in the direction of the lake, at the bottom of a gentle grassy slope.

“Dean. Are you proposing we bathe in the lake?”

“Well, we won’t get clean just looking at it.”

Castiel sighed. He glanced down at his clothes. The werewolves’ blood covered much of his apparel, and with his grace much reduced, he’d taken Dean’s suggestion to preserve the rest by not performing acts of ‘Angel mojo’ for mundane tasks. Like getting clean. Dean said that was what showers and Laundromats were for.

Unfortunately, neither of those things appeared to be here.

“Shy?” Dean taunted. He was down to his underwear, and started to slip them off. “Come on, Cas. It’s not like you’ve got anything I haven’t seen before.”

Castiel bristled. “Stripping me out of wet clothing when Meg tried to drown my vessel and I was unconscious does not count.”

Dean shrugged. “Suit yourself. But you’re not getting back in the car until you clean off in the lake. So stop being such a prissy little dick and get a move on.”

Castiel knew how stubborn Dean could be. Dean wouldn’t leave him by the lake and drive off without him, but he would pick at him until Castiel relented. He tugged off his tie, and carefully folded the rest of his clothes beside where Dean had tossed his aside.

He walked down the slope and carefully waded out to where Dean was floating on his back.

“This is great,” Dean said. “Isn’t it great, Cas?”

“It’s cold,” Castiel said. “The water is dirty. And you haven’t considered that we will have to put back on our dirty clothes after we are clean. Unless you mean us to wash them and wear them wet while in your car.”

Dean straightened up and swam over to him. “Actually I did. There’s spare clothes in the trunk, and the upholstery’s wash down. I learned my lesson after last time.”

Castiel cocked his head to one side. “Then why are we naked in a lake?”

Dean grinned, and kissed him. “You’re a clever little angel. You’ll figure it out.”
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Sep. 1st, 2009 10:45 am (UTC)
Jensen had asked Misha if he wanted to hang out downtown. Look around, do some shopping.

Jared had warned him not to.

"I'm just being nice, the guy doesn't know anyone in town," Jen had said.

"Trust me, Misha won't think you're just being a friend."

Jen had just rolled his eyes. In Jared's wacky mind, every guy they met - gay, straight, or in-between - was madly in love with Jen.

So Jen was happy to find that the afternoon was going fine. Misha seemed at ease and having fun, telling Jen stories about places he had travelled to, cracking jokes about the kitschy things they found in the Vancouver shops. Okay, sharing the chocolate-raspberry cupcake at the coffeeshop could be construed as a date-like activity, but Misha hadn't seem to think anything of it. And it was a really big cupcake.

Walking home, it started to rain. "Weather in the Northwest," Jen said with a shrug. But as the rain starting falling harder, the two men quickly became soaked. They walked faster, but neither was familiar with that part of town and they ended up in some residential area, unsure of which way to go next. Seeing Misha fold his arms and hunch over, Jensen checked around to see if any overly-concerned neighbors were watching, and then grabbed Mish's arm and pulled him into a nearby unfenced yard. There was a tiny roofed area next to the garden shed, just across a patch of tigerlilies. Jen and Misha crowded into the small space, where they were relieved to be out of the rain and the wind.

"Let's wait until it lets up a little," Jen said, and Misha nodded, shivering in his soaked blue T-shirt. Without thinking, Jensen took off his denim jacket and put it over Misha's shoulders.

Misha looked startled by the action. Caught off guard, he tilted his head up at Jensen, his eyes momentarily revealing more than he intended.

Jensen noticed. He saw Misha's want, and he saw Misha's fear, too. Jensen looked down at Misha's face, hair plastered down across his forehead, drops of water still glistening on his face, on his eyelashes and cheeks and lips. And Jensen felt the urge to taste him, to grab onto his wet mess of hair, to make the fear of rejection leave Misha's eyes and replace it with something else.

Misha didn't resist. And as Jensen's tongue slid between Misha's lips, and he tasted the warm sweetness of Misha's mouth, Jensen thought, "Damn. I hate it when Jared's right."
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Sep. 1st, 2009 09:09 am (UTC)
Veronica Mars, Veronica/Logan, Surfing
Sep. 2nd, 2009 10:23 am (UTC)
Veronica was sitting on the beach - the soft morning sun coming just over the horizon. She smiled gently when she seen Logan walking towards the water.

He was clad in his wet suit- full and black and gripping in all the right places. She watched as he trotted to the water, pulling his surfboard in front of him.

Veronica smiled at the memory of when he first asked her to join him surfing. She had managed to stay up for only five minutes before he gave in and took her in and kissed her hard on the mouth for trying.

She grinned as he started on the morning waves- watched as the sun glistened on his hair, the water catching on his arms and the every movement he made.

Veronica looked down at the surfboard beside her - it had been a while since that first surf lesson- and jumped to her feet and made her way over to the surf.

(Short and cliche I know)
(no subject) - onceuponapillow - Sep. 3rd, 2009 07:26 pm (UTC) - Expand
Sep. 1st, 2009 09:10 am (UTC)
Buffy, Buffy/Spike, All she wanted to do was take a bath
Sep. 1st, 2009 09:11 am (UTC)
Buffy, Spike/Tara, Caught in the rain
Sep. 1st, 2009 11:25 am (UTC)
One Cloudy Day
Apologies, just realised I wrote the wrong thing.

Edited at 2009-09-22 07:27 pm (UTC)
Sep. 1st, 2009 09:11 am (UTC)
Veronica Mars, Veronica/Logan, He looked good wet
Sep. 1st, 2009 03:07 pm (UTC)
She was mesmerized, watching him saunter out of the surf, short-board tucked under his arm, wetsuit pulled down to his waist. He had always looked good wet - water sliding along the extensive lines of his torso, finding its way around hints of lazily sculpted muscles. His longer hair was adept at holding the salty liquid liberally, shining as the afternoon sun glinted off it just so.

A warm, tingly feeling began between her legs, her chest being hit with more than just a dull ache. His eyes found hers and locked her in, the world falling away and becoming their own. They left their patches of sand, hot and dry, cold and moist, intent on being closer, finding middle ground.

The waves crashed in the near distance, only but a backdrop as his lips reached hers. They were still wet, tasting the salt on her tongue as she easily pried them open. Strong hands circled her waist, dragging her against the rugged planes of his chest. She could feel water droplets, cool and damp, seeping through her thin cotton shirt.

Love and lust swirled around them, filtering out barriers, staying hurtful memories. In this moment, she could feel the forever between them, sliding easily over life-sized hurdles. It was him and her - together. Right then it felt like more than enough, fervent desire and endless passion fueling their eternal flame.

She held on for as long as she could.

The breeze blew harder, the tide was rolling out. He faded into the haze of dusk, her hands searching fleetingly, only finding the spray of the ocean in her touch.

Nothing was forever.

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Sep. 1st, 2009 09:12 am (UTC)
Stargate SG-1, Daniel/Vala, He fell into a puddle
Sep. 1st, 2009 05:01 pm (UTC)
Stargate SG-1, Daniel/Vala, He fell into a puddle
Vala didn't even try to hide her laughter. "Oh, darling, you're all..."

Daniel resisted the urge to splash childishly in the puddle where his ass was currently resting. "Considering it's your fault I fell in, the least you could do is not laugh."

Vala opened her mouth for another zinger but stilled as she looked, really looked, at Daniel. Water had plastered his scarf to his head, streams of moisture had necessitated the removal of his glasses and his long, dark lashes seemed even longer and darker in their damp, spiky state, framing eyes fiery blue in annoyance. His uniform clung to a body made hard and firm by years of work.

With a soft oath, she knelt in the water, straddling his hips. "Let me," she crooned, pushing his bandana back, her hands sliding through the wet strands of his soft hair. "Shall I kiss it and make it all better?" She tilted his head and angled her mouth to fit over his. She delighted in his momentary hesitation before his mouth opened beneath hers and then his hands were on her waist and he was kissing her back....

"Well, well, some folks don't know how not to mix business with pleasure," the soft, southern voice announced from behind Vala. "Get up, Jackson, and quit fooling around."

She reluctantly drew away, nipping Daniel's lower lip between her teeth as she released him, not moving from his lap. Without turning, she replied, "I was just resucitating Daniel, Colonel Mitchell. He seemed to be having trouble breathing." Vala slowly, sensously uncurled herself to stand before offering Daniel a helping hand.

"Yeah, I can see that." Mitchell whistled as he walked by. Carter pretended not to notice but Vala was pretty sure Teal'c gave a sly wink before he followed the rest of SG-1.
Sep. 1st, 2009 09:26 am (UTC)
Watership Down (book), Blackberry & Fiver & Kehaar, experimenting with boats (gen)
Sep. 1st, 2009 09:33 am (UTC)
Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, sun, sand, and sea
Sep. 1st, 2009 09:33 am (UTC)
Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, outside in the rain
Mar. 31st, 2010 05:39 pm (UTC)
"C'mere..." Christian sat up and reached out for Steve, tugging him sharply and pulling him to the ground. "That's better," he laughed, leaning over and kissing him. "You were too far away."

Steve simply grinned and laid back on the warm grass, facing Christian. "Not anymore."

"Nope," Christian agreed, stretching out. He tangled their fingers together, his eyes sliding closed his contentment. "S'gonna rain," he murmured.

"You wanna go back inside?" Steve cocked his thumb over his shoulder in the vague direction of the house.

Christian shook his head. "I like it out here. It's warm, I'm comfortable, and I got you all to myself without my mama tryina steal you off me. And I always wanted to kiss you in the rain."

"That so?" Steve shivered as the first raindrops started to fall on them, cool against his warm skin. "Looks like you're gonna get that wish," he grinned as Christian cupped his face and kissed him on the lips.
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Sep. 1st, 2009 09:44 am (UTC)
The Silmarillion, Maglor/Daeron, 'I cannot find the Silmaril'
Sep. 1st, 2009 09:45 am (UTC)
Lord of the Rings, Legolas/Imrahil, swans
Jul. 20th, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)
Legolas was fascinated with the clasp of Lord Imrahil’s cloak. It was a swan and Legolas thought that it was a fitting emblem for such a noble house. The clasp was a small and delicate work worthy of an Elven blacksmith and Legolas wondered if it was a family heirloom descending from Amrod’s people themselves.
“You are staring again, dear friend.” Aragorn teased him and slung his arm over Legolas’ shoulder. Legolas looked away from Imrahil who stood a few meters away and spoke with Eomer. Aragorn laughed softly:
“Don’t worry, Legolas. He has been a widower for many years. You have to remember that our customs are not your customs. We can take more than one mate in a lifetime.”
“I know. I wandered the world for many years with you, didn’t I?” Legolas reminded him. Aragorn laughed again:
“He’s staring at you when you’re not looking, just as much as you do.” Just in that moment Imrahil looked over to them, found Legolas’ eyes and smiled. The contact lasted for a moment until Imrahil broke it and went back to his conversation with Eomer.
Aragorn patted Legolas encouragingly on the shoulder and left him alone.

Aragorn had apparently decided to play matchmaker because at dinner he found himself seated next to Imrahil and when he looked at Aragorn and Gimli they both looked conspicuously innocently back.
“Prince Legolas.” Imrahil greeted him. Something must have shown on Legolas face because Imrahil continued: “Are you surprised that Aragorn disclosed your title to me?”
Legolas felt slightly tempted to turn his head and glare at Aragorn but it seemed inappropriate, so he said:
“No, not particularly.”
Food interrupted their conversation for a short while until Legolas asked:
“I couldn’t help but notice your clasp. It is a very fine work.”
Imrahil tilted his head acknowledging before he swallowed and answered:
“It’s a family heirloom. You can find more than a few works like this among my people.”
“And the swan? Are there many of them in your realm?”
“No, none at all. Swans don’t live at the sea, which is why many of us believe that these pieces of jewellery come from your people and not from mine.” He told Legolas while a smile played around his lips and his sea-grey eyes never wavered from Legolas face.
“Maybe your and my people forged them together.” Legolas offered: “Tell me about your realm, please. If my people preferred it over the call of the sea then Dol Amroth has to be one of the most beautiful places ever known.”
The evening passed quickly with Imrahil telling Legolas about his home and asking questions about Legolas’ in return. Before they knew it the hall was empty save for them and the fire had burnt down.
“It is late.” Imrahil said when they finally left and stood in the corridor where their paths would take separate turns.
“I didn’t mean to keep this long.” Legolas replied: “Good night my Lord.”
“Prince Legolas,” Imrahil caught his hand before Legolas could turn away: “I must confess that I’m not familiar with the customs of the Elven but Aragorn implied something when he talked to me today that makes me hope that I could ask for your company for tonight.”
Legolas’ eyebrows rose slightly when he heard Aragorn’s name but his hand returned Imrahil’s grip and he smiled:
“I would be honoured.”
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