Apologies for this being so late, real life and the daemons that live within my computer (and coming into the ficathon late) all played out their jinxes and curses upon me but here, at last, I come bearing the gift of fiction.
My Parameters for this story were:
Pairing: Ian Thorpe/Pieter van den Hoogenband
Genre: Anything but PWP
Rating: Any
Doesn’t want to see: extreme things like sex with dead or non-living objects, or gore
Prompts: Picnic, 'Vamos a la Playa'
And I was writing for the delightful, incomparable
alldoubtaboutit Title: Nothing in Return or Radioactive Wind
Rating: G
Author:
spherissaDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The only connection to reality it has are some names. Also the songs in this don’t belong to me. Whilst I might wish one did I am thankful beyond words the other doesn’t. I have included at the end of this firstly one song which is sort of part of the fic and sort of out of the fic, and secondly a translation and the lyrics for “Vamos a la Playa.” Which song goes to prove Europeans can have execrable taste too! (English translation is right at the end.)
Author’s Note: Thank you to
akinaj and
sodiumlight for their invaluable and much, much appreciated betaing work. They are so shiny, especially with my use of tenses, even at the best of times I slip tenses all over the place! Also thanks to
sodiumlight for naming this fic for me. Titles are so not my gig. Titles are shiny to have - not so shiny for me to make.
Nothing in Return or Radioactive Wind"