A/N: Written as a daily challenge because I psyched myself out of writing. At the moment I'm planning to write one for each letter of the alphabet so, if it works okay I'll probably batch post a couple every few days. Each individual chapter is unrelated and they do jump around a lot in terms of time/setting and tone (generally fluffier than my usual wont) between Missing Year and future!fic etc. If you like any/have any feedback please do review, it's lovely to hear from people. :)

The rumour for this first story/chapter comes from the Discworld Witch series. I don't know if it exists outside it.

Drizzle -

Robin heard a rumour once, that witches walk bone-dry in downpours, but if it were ever true he'd not know it to see the Queen in drizzle. She's ignored him the full mile since clouds proved his warning wise, hair white and slick with moisture and dark shadows spreading through dress fabric, and he'd offer her his cloak if he thought her mature enough to accept it. Her skin is wet, though, and water wells, staggers, slims around goosebumps on the rise of her breasts, and -

"Your Majesty -"

She scorns him, of course, and a raindrop skates off her nose.