(via whatwecanfic : see original post here)
Now as much as I’d like to, I can’t MAKE David Tennent dunk himself for charity. But you know who I CAN drench in ice water? The Doctor. In my fic.
So here’s how this is going to work.You all have 48 hours (not Tennant time!) to either:
- post a fic in which David Tennant or one of his characters gets doused in ice water.
- donate $5 to the MDA MLS Ice Bucket Challenge
- Politely tell me to stuff it.
Bonus points for smut (always bonus points for smut). No requirements as to length, quality or proper grammar. All that matters is that you write words that result in a soggy Tennent.
Tag your fic: #ALS fic challenge
And nominate three more authors.
I was tagged by allegoricalrose so this is my entry (I’ve also donated): I nominate rudennotgingr, toppbanana and perfectlyrose. Obviously, feel free to ignore this or to nominate someone else in your stead: also, please, anyone who wants to write their own fic, even without being tagged, should definitely do so! Just tag it with #ALS fic challenge
Pairing: Dark Ten/Rose (from my Dark Doctor Verse sorry if you don’t read it but this is where the muse took me)
Rating: Adult - cursing and some discussion of sex
Genre: Crack/adventure/romance - nothing serious here
A/N: Adventure in between and of course they are at an alien pub!
The old masonry walls of the musty back room vibrated with the rousing sound of music and singing coming from the main area of the Tarlakan bar known only as The Headless Monk. Rose was giggling next to the Doctor where they, the raven haired Corsair, and blue skinned Tarlakan gypsy named Boe were having a little party. Of course, any party with a certain two Time Lords and one Uncommon Rose was never typical. Nor, was the invitation of the notorious gypsy Boe coincidental. He had information about an ancient Time Lord artefact they’d been asked to retrieve – the Cask of Rassilon.
Rose was laughing so hard tears pricked her eyes as she listened to the Corsair tell another one of his outlandish tales from his past.
"You should have been there, Flower!" he crowed, grabbing a bottle of fine Tarlakan Tequila from the low square table they lounged around. After a long swig, he leaned back on the blue and green satin pillows. "The Maises are normally a jolly group. The exception being their period of Woe and Despair which of course, himself over there landed us in."
"I did not!" the Doctor retorted, scowling as he sat up and jostled Rose next to him sloshing an amber liquid out of his brass coloured goblet. "It was your fault! You set the coordinates!"
"Me?" the Corsair bellowed, holding the dusty green bottle up in the air. "Was you piloting. I was just lending a hand." He winked at the gypsy Boe who leaned into the Corsair, his yellow eyes zeroed in on a top two buttons of the Corsairs ruffled white shirt that had conveniently revealed an expanse of his toned chest.