Christmas Comment!fics

[soera]

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Sometimes I write seasonal fics for various events. This Christmas, I thought I’d do something different instead.

I’m taking prompts for ficlets in any of the fandoms listed below. Please have a look at what I will/won’t write for each fandom before making your requests.

How this works:
Just leave a comment in this post with the fandom, pairing (if applicable) and prompt you’d like.

Prompts can be anything from random words for inspiration, to a specific scenario you’d like to see played out. They can be as specific or as general as you’d like, and I’ll do my best to stick to them.

ONE PROMPT per post. If you have multiple prompts, I’ll do the first one first, then go back to the others after I’m done with prompts from other people. So put the one you most want to see done first!

I will NOT write:
Anything with dark/unpleasant themes. It’s Christmas; let’s keep it happy. That said, I’ll take angst if I think it’s okay.

Some fandoms also have a specific listing for things I won’t write (don’t break up my OTPs please), so pay attention!

Character bashing.

Character death (except as in canon).

Note:
A slash denotes a pairing (e.g. Jack/Ianto), whereas a plus sign denotes friendship (e.g. Ianto+Tosh).

The latter doesn’t mean you can’t request friendship fics between people I haven’t listed; it just means that I’m particularly comfortable writing those two.

Simple enough, yes? Here are the fandoms I can write for, in alphabetical order:


Batman:

CAVEAT: I haven’t kept up with the latest news in the Bat-verse, and I personally Retcon any terrible characterisations etc. If you want something related to a specific event, please provide me with at least basic information about it. Generic stuff I can do without trouble, though. I also haven’t written a whole heap in this fandom, just fyi.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Bruce/Dick, Tim, Barbara

I WON’T WRITE: Anything pairing Bruce or Dick up with others. Any fics involving anyone not in the character list (I don’t know the others well enough!).


Harry Potter: :

CAVEAT: It’s been ages since I’ve written in this fandom, so any old fics you might have read are vastly out of date with my style now. … You might actually get better fics now than I used to write.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Harry/Severus, Harry/Remus, Harry/Bill, Harry/Charlie, Harry/Neville, Harry/Luna, Harry/Hermione, Hermione/Ron, Ron/Luna, Neville/Luna, friendships between anyone (including Fawkes, Buckbeak and other animals), the list is kind of endless.

I WON’T WRITE: Harry/Draco, Harry/Ginny, Severus/Remus, Sirius/Remus


Komatta Toki ni wa Hoshi ni Kike!: :

CAVEAT: While I know the gist of the entire storyline, I’ve only read the scanlations up to the first chapter of Volume 13. I’ve not written extensively in this fandom, and what I do have, I haven’t posted. I think I’ve got a decently good grasp on the characters though, at least up to Vol. 12.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Kiyomine/Takara, ensemble cast

I WON’T WRITE: Anything pairing Kiyomine or Takara up with others. Go ahead and mix and match anyone else if you’d like.


Naruto: :

CAVEAT: I would prefer to write post-time-skip for anything with pairings (outside of canon crushes). If it’s gen, go ahead and request any time-frame. I’m most familiar with the Konoha characters and the Sand siblings, so request anyone else at your own risk. Also, it’s been ages since I’ve written in this fandom, but I think I’ve got an okay grasp on them.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Naruto/Kakashi, Naruto/Sakura (post-time-skip), Naruto+Kakashi+Sakura, Naruto+Tsunade

I WON’T WRITE: Anything with post-betrayal Sasuke (especially Naruto/Sasuke). I would in fact prefer to avoid writing Sasuke altogether.


Prince of Tennis: :

CAVEAT: Only Seigaku members, please. I’m not really familiar with the other schools. Also, I have a tendency to ignore both the manga and anime endings because they both get ridiculous, so feel free to request something set in an AUish ending.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Tezuka/Ryoma, ensemble cast.

I WILL WRITE: Fics set in ‘verses I’ve already posted. If you like one of them and you’d like to see more in that verse, you can request that specifically. I’m thinking Kaleidoscope and The Winding Path in particular.

I WON’T WRITE: Anything pairing Tezuka or Ryoma up with others. Go ahead and mix and match anyone else if you’d like.


Princess Princess: :

CAVEAT: I’ve not written extensively in this fandom; request at your own risk.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Yuujirou/Tooru, Yuujirou+Tooru+Mikoto+Akira, ensemble cast

I WON’T WRITE: Anything pairing Yuujirou or Tooru up with others. Go ahead and mix and match anyone else if you’d like. I’d also prefer not to write the school council members, since I’m not very comfortable with them.


RPS: :

CAVEAT: I’ve not written this much, and none of what I’ve written has been posted; request at your own risk.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Frank/Gerard, My Chemical Romance ensemble cast

I WILL WRITE: I’m most comfortable with AUs of any sort. If it’s canon-based, I prefer ‘girlfriends/wives never existed’ fic.

I WON’T WRITE: Drunken/high shenanigans (so keep it post-sobering up); the aftermath is fine, though.


The Sentinel: :

CAVEAT: I’ve not written extensively in this fandom, though I think my grasp on the characters has improved a little from the few I’ve posted. Still, request at your own risk.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Jim/Blair, Jim+Blair+Simon, ensemble cast

I WON’T WRITE: Anything pairing Jim or Blair up with others. Go ahead and mix and match anyone else if you’d like.


Star Trek (TOS/2009): :

CAVEAT: I’ve not written extensively in this fandom, and none of what I’ve written is posted online. Request at your own risk.
Specify if you want TOS or 2009!

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Kirk/Spock, Bones+Kirk+Spock, ensemble cast

I WON’T WRITE: Anything pairing Kirk or Spock up with others. Go ahead and mix and match anyone else if you’d like.


Torchwood: :

CAVEAT: Children of Earth does not exist for me. Stick to the first two seasons; that’s all I acknowledge as canon.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Jack/Ianto, Owen/Tosh, Gwen/Rhys, Ianto/Lisa (pre-Canary Wharf only), Owen/Gwen (Season 1 only), team-fic, Ianto+Tosh, Jack+Gwen, Ianto+Owen

I WILL WRITE: Fics set in ‘verses I’ve already posted. If you like one of them and you’d like to see more in that verse, you can request that specifically.

I WON’T WRITE: Anything pairing Jack or Ianto up with others (other than pre-Jack Ianto/Lisa). You can mix and match anyone else, and I’ll give it a shot, though.




Enjoy!

ETA: Prompts don't have to be Christmas-related, if that's not your thing. Anything goes. =D

ETA 2: Prompt-taking closes at midnight here - which is 14 hours from the time of this post (count it off yourself, as applicable to wherever you are).

ETA 3: PROMPT-TAKING IS NOW CLOSED. Those whose prompts I haven't filled yet, expect them over the next couple of days. Thanks for joining in the fun, and I hope you like what I came up with for you!

ETA 4: DONE, DONE, DONE! I hope you all like what you got. Thank you especially to those who requested MCR, KomaHoshi and Batman fic - I desperately wanted to play in those fandoms. ♥ Merry Christmas!

Comments

[licklicksalute1.livejournal.com]

Merry Christmas! :)

I couldn't help but jump in on this. I love to do ficlets for people, but I have such wide tastes on my flist nowadays I can't even try lol

But I was skimming and... Frank/Gerard *happy noises* Yes, yes? xD

Okay. So. Prompt. Um. (see, now I don't have one)

girlfriends/wives never existed fic - Christmas time! One of them is stuck in another country due to the bad weather and can't make it home. Or they -say- they can't. Up to you. Phone calls and text messages between the two, and then maybe they make it anyway? Christmas miracle, y/y? :D

I just want happy/or at least hopeful-if-sad Christmas fic and there's rarely any done with these two. I know it's at my own risk, but I figured I'd put this up here anyway! <3

[soera.livejournal.com]

[Eeee I was totally not expecting any MCR requests, since I didn't post this to any of the comms. Thank you for letting me try my hand at them!]

i won't even wish for snow

sure you don’t want to come over? Mikey texts him.

Frank stares at the message for a while, then sighs. It feels appropriately dramatic, so he does it again. The dog in front of him whines and licks his hand.

“Yeah,” Frank says, looking at the dog. “I guess you’ve got it worse, huh.”

The dog looks at him pleadingly. Frank scratches the top of its head and it just melts into a little puddle of doggy goo. A half-grin tugs at Frank’s lips.

“This kind of sucks too, though,” Frank tells it. The dog ignores him. Frank bites his lip and one-handedly replies to Mikey: yeah. have a good time. merry xmas!

He gets a response all of two seconds later, which, okay, Mikey seems to be symbiotically connected to his phone sometimes, but that’s just pushing it. When Frank flips his phone open to check the message, though, it’s not from Mikey.

miss you. stupid snow.

Frank bites his lip again, missing the ring. me too, he writes, then deletes the words. i know, he writes instead. so fucked up. dont need such a white xmas.

i don’t want a lot for christmas, the reply reads. there is just one thing i need

Frank grins, then jumps when a wet tongue licks at his hand. “Oh, right,” he says. “Sorry.” He gives the dog one last scratch, then reluctantly stands up. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says.

It doesn’t take long to clean up and leave the shelter he’s been volunteering at. Outside, his breath is misting in front of him but the skies are clear and there’s no snow in sight. But that’s here, and it’s probably because all the snow in the world has migrated to London for the sole purpose of closing down the airports.

Frank breathes out, watching his breath wisp out like curls of cigarette smoke, like fragments of Gerard’s skin and stupid little giggle.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he doesn’t need to look at the screen to know who’s calling. He presses it to his ear, doesn’t bother with a greeting, listens to a sleep-roughened voice softly sing the rest of the song to him. Baby all I want for Christmas is you.

Frank laughs quietly when Gerard finishes. “Merry Christmas,” he says, fumbling for his car keys.

“You too,” Gerard says. “I might be able to get on a flight the day after tomorrow. Should be there for New Year’s.”

“Okay,” Frank says, and he’s surprised to find it is. He gets into the car and closes the door, drumming his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. “Just – yeah. And Gee?”

“I know,” Gerard says, and Frank flushes all the way down his body. “Me too.”

[thebuttonontop.livejournal.com]

oh what a lovely idea! you're wonderful. :)

Well, I need Jack/Ianto. pweeese? i live and breath angst. um. prompt. stargazing... i really really like comfort fics. Jack comforting Ianto, Ianto comforting Jack...

hehe, i'm vague i know.

i hope your christmas is wonderful, my dear. :)

[soera.livejournal.com]

[Um. Probably totally not what you had in mind. Hope you like it anyways? *sheepish grin*]

something beautiful

“That’s the sun,” Ianto says.

Yes.

Ianto peers out the observatory window. “And it’s really going to die soon.”

It is. It will take time. Its last breaths will last longer than your lifetime. The people are here today to witness the death of the earth. They forget that the sun’s death, too, has been artificially postponed. But all things meet their end.

Ianto breathes out on the glass, watches it mist over briefly. sun he writes on it, and watches the letters bleed into nothing. “Why did you bring me here?” he asks at last.

A pause.

Because I am old and selfish. Because you are beautiful. Because we were beautiful. Because it would take more years than I have in me to forget you.

“All things meet their end,” Ianto says softly, and finally turns around. Serene, inhuman eyes meet his.

Two hours ago, Ianto had never heard of the Face of Boe. Two hours ago, Ianto had been on Earth wrapping Jack’s Christmas present up for him. Now, he’s on Platform One, about to witness the death of Earth.

And the sun.

“How much longer do you have?” Ianto asks, sinking to his knees before the giant glass jar.

A long time yet, the Face of Boe replies. And the happiest of them behind me.

“But not the saddest ahead of you,” Ianto says, and kisses the cool glass.

No, the Face of Boe replies. And I will die doing what I have always done.

“Helping,” Ianto says with a faint smile.

Earth dies. The Sun gasps in its dying throes. The Face of Boe says goodbye.

There are keys jangling in the lock. Ianto stares at the wrapped present he’s holding. Suddenly, it seems terribly insignificant.

“Ianto?” Jack calls out. Ianto hears the thump of Jack’s boots hitting the floor, the creak of the old coat-tree as Jack hangs up his greatcoat.

“Ooh, is that my present?” Jack asks in delight as he comes into the living room.

“I suppose it’s too much to ask that you wait till tomorrow to get into it,” Ianto says.

“Far too much,” Jack says. “I might be persuaded to wait a little longer, though.”

Ianto leans into the kiss and refuses to think anymore. All things meet their end. And before he meets his, he intends to give Jack something beautiful to remember.

Merry Christmas

[hidden-longings.livejournal.com]

I was very excited to see this posting since I like your fanfiction so much. Hope it's okay that I'm delurking for this.

The Sentinel

Jim/Blair

Prompt: praise, laughter, and high school reunion

Here's hoping this tickles your creativity bone.
Have a joyful season. :)

Re: Merry Christmas

[soera.livejournal.com]

[Oh, it's absolutely fine to delurk for this. Not so much of the praise (unless it's really backhanded), but I think I got the others fine. I hope you like it!]

be my high school scandal

“You seemed pretty cosy over there,” Jim says, raising an eyebrow.

“I was hoping for embarrassing high school stories,” Blair says.

“Got any?” Jim asks.

“You’ll never get me to talk,” Blair says.

Jim gives him a long, sultry look over the top of his glass of punch.

“But don’t let that stop you trying,” Blair adds, a touch breathlessly.

Jim laughs and holds out his glass to Blair, who takes a cautious sip. “I wonder how many additives go into this,” Blair muses. “Oh, hey, it’s not messing with you or anything, is it?”

“Nope,” Jim says. “I’ll tell you if it does,” he adds, seeing the unconvinced look on Blair’s face. “Stop worrying, Chief. You’re supposed to be enjoying yourself.”

“Right!” Blair says, eyes lighting up. Jim’s suddenly a little worried. “Is it true that you got caught making out with the principal’s daughter – by the principal himself?”

Jim winces.

“Oh, that’s priceless,” Blair says delightedly. “Okay, what about you sneezing all over your date to the prom?”

“I was allergic to her perfume!” Jim says indignantly.

“Okay,” Blair says placatingly. “But what about –”

Jim cuts him off by pulling him in for a deep kiss. Blair squeaks into his mouth. Jim isn’t really one for public displays, and his high school reunion is the last place on earth Blair had expected a declaration of any sort.

“I think,” Jim says, pulling back just slightly, “that I should come keep an eye on you. On what you’re being told.”

Blair breathes a laugh against Jim’s lips. “I don’t think anyone’s going to be telling me stories about your scandalous, sordid past anymore,” he says, ignoring the unsubtle looks they’re getting. “They’ll be too busy quizzing us.”

“Oh?” Jim says, and smirks. “What a tragedy.”

[soera.livejournal.com]

[Okay. So I don't know about 'kickass,' but they're shooting things? And it's kind of cracky. I hope you like it anyway!]

santa’ll come a-calling

“Well, this is interesting,” Ianto says.

“That’s one word for it,” Jack replies, firing wildly into the sky.

“Flying reindeer,” Ianto says, changing the clip in his gun. “What next, a fat man in a red suit?” He fires upwards as Jack scrambles into the house with him.

“That’s always creeped me out a bit,” Jack says conversationally. Ianto kicks the door shut, and they take a few seconds to breathe. “I mean, how often do you want someone to sneak into your house?”

“Exactly never,” Ianto says. “Mum read me the Three Little Pigs when I was little. With the wolf falling into the hot water in the chimney, right? And I always imagined that happening to Santa.”

“Um,” Jack says.

“Oh,” Ianto says.

“Ho, ho, ho?” the Santa says. Then he coughs on a cloud of soot. “Shit, don’t you people ever clean your fucking chimneys?”

Ianto looks helplessly at Jack.

“So, who are you?” Jack asks.

“Who does it look like,” the Santa snorts. “Look, you’ve already gone and shot Donder and Blitzen, and those were my fastest guys, you know.”

“Oh, god,” Ianto says. He does not get paid enough for this.

“No, I’m not Santa fucking Claus,” the Santa says. “Just got spotted by a few people when I was flying by a few centuries ago, okay? And then the stupid reindeer decided to change their names, for verisimilitude, they said, who needs verisifuckingmilitude anyway, and –”

Ianto interrupts, because to let the Santa go on is to destroy the last shreds of his sanity. “So you’re an alien?” he asks.

“Duh,” the Santa says. “Look, those fucking idiots went and got into, I don’t know, some sort of green shit, and they ate it and then they went nuts, okay?”

“Your flying reindeer are high on drugs,” Jack says.

“Yeah,” the Santa says. “You know how to stop them?”

“Shoot them?” Jack says, raising his eyebrows.

“Other than shooting them,” the Santa says. “I need at least a couple of the fuckers to get back home!”

Jack heaves a deep sigh. “Okay,” he says, and points at the Santa. “You, stay here. Don’t move.”

Ianto joins Jack at the window. “So,” Ianto says.

“Yeah,” Jack says. “I’m going to run for the SUV, see if I can get the tranq gun and knock them out. Cover me?”

“Okay,” Ianto says. “Must you really leave me alone with him?”

“Don’t have a choice,” Jack says. “They’ve already caused enough damage. They’re going to rip up the rest of Cardiff if we leave them any longer.”

Ianto sighs and cracks the window open, noting where the reindeer are.

“I’m off, sweetheart,” Jack carols, and then dashes out the door.

At least, Ianto tells himself as he lays down covering fire, it’s an interesting Christmas.

[doves-wing.livejournal.com]

Jim/Blair, Blairs mother comes to visit around the Christmas season. Naomi being Naomi, she doesn't celebrate Christmas, but something possibly more obscure (if at all).

If you don't feel comfortable writing Naomi (she isn't really ensemble cast, I don't remember if she even shows up or if her characterization is fanon...):

Jack/Ianto, Counting Stars verse, eggnog.

Happy Holidays =)

[soera.livejournal.com]

[Totally just wikied the festival, hope it still works? And um, Naomi's not really part of the fic, but she's the reason for it, shall we say. =D]

and on earth peace

“At least we’re not actually sacrificing animals?” Blair says, petting Jim’s shoulder.

Jim lifted an eloquent finger without looking up.

“You like meat,” Blair says. “The smell shouldn’t be bothering you.”

“I don’t know if it escaped your notice, Chief,” Jim says. “But I don’t eat raw meat, and that’s what the entire house smells like now.”

“Well,” Blair says. “Um. Embrace your inner panther?”

Jim growls. Blair decides against saying that that wasn’t exactly what he was thinking of.

“So,” Blair says hesitantly.

Jim groans and attempts to burrow further under his pillow. “There’s more?” he asks plaintively.

“Well,” Blair says. “Just one more little ritual. Naomi’s putting butter on the doorjambs.”

Jim counts off a few beats of silence. “Of course,” he says. “And the point of this is?”

“Well, it’s for the goddess to eat,” Blair says. “She travels around bringing greenery back – she’s the goddess of spring, essentially – and the butter’s for her to eat, to regain her strength so she can go on travelling.”

Jim sighs and turns over, giving up the attempt to smother himself with his own pillow. “Right,” he says, scrubbing his hand over his scalp. After a moment, he crooks a tiny smile at Blair. “Like Santa and his cookies.”

Blair grins. “Don’t let Naomi hear you say that,” he says. “She takes the festival of Beiwe very seriously.” His smile fades after a moment and he adds, “I’m sorry, man, I know it can’t be easy having her here in the house, but she’ll be gone before Christmas and –”

Jim hauls Blair closer, curling against Blair’s side. “She’s your mom,” he says. “It’s okay. Just – wake me up when she’s done buttering the door.”

“Sure,” Blair says after a moment. “And thanks.”

Jim makes a sleepy sound of acknowledgement and then drops off. Blair watches him, listens to the sound of his mother humming under her breath, smells the meat and butter, and his senses may not be as sharp as Jim’s, but he doesn’t care because right now he’s the most comfortable he’s ever been in his life.

[sariagray.livejournal.com]

Merry Christmas, dear!

Hmmm. I want Jack/Ianto (duh), which puts me in the TW fandom, of course.

Uh, but now the prompt? Hmmm.

As adult-rated as you want to make it (what? It's freakin' cold here!), and involving presents. And fluff. Oh, fluff.

Okay, here. Prompt (pulling this out of nowhere, I am). It's Christmas and Jack needs rescuing from something (I prefer tangible, but doesn't need to be) and Ianto is the only one around so he has to save him. Well, he'd save him anyway, but you know what I mean.

And then there is MUCH gratitude. And stuff.

No more wine for me, I think, eh? :)

Thank you and again Merry Christmas! :-D

[soera.livejournal.com]

[I tried, I really did, to get some hot action going on in here. I totally failed, so it's uh, not adult-rated at all. I hit the rest of your prompt though, so I hope it still works for you?]

pull me out when i’m drowning

“I’m stuck,” Jack says.

“Yes,” Ianto says. “I can see that.”

There’s a small silence.

“Could you get me out?” Jack finally asks.

“I’ll just – yeah,” Ianto says. “Hang on.”

Jack listens to the muffled explosion of laughter on the other side of the door, and sulks.

Ianto reappears shortly, face completely straight. “Let’s give this a shot then,” he says, and a bit of fiddling later, Jack’s arm has been extricated from the plumbing. “How on earth,” Ianto had begun at one point, only to decide that he really, really didn’t want to know.

“Thank you!” Jack cries in relief, throwing his arms around Ianto. “I thought I was going to be stuck there forever!”

“You’re welcome,” Ianto replies, a small grin tugging at his lips.

“However will I thank you,” Jack muses archly.

The grin on Ianto’s face turns real. “I’m sure you can think of a way,” he says, stepping closer into Jack’s space. Jack smiles and rubs his nose lightly against Ianto’s cheek.

“I have a present for you,” Ianto says, kissing Jack’s cheek. “Do you want to open it now?”

“Will it be useful now?” Jack asks, fingers inching towards Ianto’s belt.

“It might be,” Ianto says. “Why don’t you go have a look?” He bats Jack’s hands away, then nods towards the small pile of presents in the living room. “Blue box.”

It’s a ring. Platinum, plain, and discreet, with a thin necklace to wear it on. Jack wordlessly removes the necklace and puts the ring on his finger, then turns and kisses Ianto hard.

“I have to be back in the Hub in an hour,” he says, when they pull apart. “I need looking after. I get stuck in pipes.”

“I know,” Ianto says. “I got you out.”

“You did,” Jack says, and kisses Ianto again.

[von_gelmini.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, their first Christmas TOGETHER as a (whatever it is they are *g*), Ianto is surprised by how very *into* the whole festivities thing Jack is.

Thanks & happy Christmas to ya. :D

[soera.livejournal.com]

for our sins

“That might be enough tinsel,” Ianto says.

Jack turns and gives Ianto a pleading look.

“There’s more tinsel than tree,” Ianto says. “Really. It’s enough.”

“All right,” Jack says, sighing. “What about for the door?”

“There’s a wreath,” Ianto says.

“No, but tinsel!” Jack says, waving the blue strand he’d been attempting to drape over the small Christmas tree. Then he winces and holds his side. Five hours ago, he’d gotten between Ianto and a Weevil, and had been gutted for his pains; the freshly-healed wound still aches. “We should put it over the door,” he says, once he’s caught his breath.

Ianto gives him an incredulous look. “Tinsel? Over the door?” he asks.

“People do it,” Jack says with a pout. “Around the wreath. It would look pretty.”

“It’s really not necessary,” Ianto says with slight desperation. His house already has more decorations in it than he’s ever had during Christmas. He’s never even bothered with a tree, ever since he moved out, and he can’t say he’s missed it. Tinsel, in particular. It sheds, and Ianto can’t help but think of the clean-up that lies ahead of him.

“You sure?” Jack asks in evident disappointment.

“I didn’t know you even celebrated Christmas,” Ianto says. Last year, they’d been fucking each other, but they certainly wouldn’t have bothered to spend the holidays together. This year, they were… well, Ianto wasn’t exactly certain, but they weren’t just fuck-buddies. And so he’d invited Jack over for Christmas.

He hadn’t known what he’d be unleashing.

“Not the religious parts, not really,” Jack says. “But the idea behind it, yeah. I mean, it comes down to remembering that someone cares enough to die for us, to save us. And remembering that people are worth that. And being around the people who are worth that. And.” He stops, frowning at the tinsel he’s still holding. “Where do I put this?”

Ianto bites his lower lip and doesn’t respond.

“Ianto?” Jack asks.

Ianto shakes his head. “There’s more in that box,” he says, pointing behind Jack. “Grab another string, the door’s still bare.”

[remuslives23.livejournal.com]

Oh, you are lovely for doing this. *hugs*

I love your Jack/Ianto and would love to read something that shows them quietly in love. Nothing overly schmoopy, just two men in a domestic moment - could be shopping, getting ready for work, getting home, spending time together, mixing work and home--- anything.

Thank you.

[soera.livejournal.com]

[I'm not entirely certain this is domestic, per se. It's kind of shopping, I guess? And I've always associated the piano with calm at-home time, so... this is what I came up with.]

play me a song

“The problem,” Ianto says, “is that there’s just no room for a grand piano.”

Jack doesn’t lose the dreamy-eyed expression he’s currently wearing.

“I suppose an upright,” Ianto muses. “Jack?”

“Hmm,” Jack says.

“No space for a grand, Jack,” Ianto says firmly. He steers Jack away from the glass window and into the shop. “But do you want to look at the uprights?”

“But that grand is so pretty,” Jack says.

“And big,” Ianto says. “Unless you want to knock down the wall between the living room and the guest room –”

“We could!” Jack says brightly.

“It’s load-bearing,” Ianto says, “and I’d rather not bring my house down around me. Uprights?”

“You don’t even play,” Jack says, running his hand over the keyboard of a display piece.

“You do,” Ianto says. “Or at least, you did. And would if you had a piano.”

“It’s okay?” Jack asks.

Ianto shrugs. “We’re going in halves,” he says. “Go look around. I’ll be –” he waves vaguely at the guitars on the far side of the music shop. “– Over there.”

Jack’s already tuned him out completely, and so Ianto grins and heads over to the only instrument he’s remotely familiar with. He’s already got a guitar at home, and he doesn’t play well or often enough to warrant buying another, so he just appreciates the craftsmanship while listening to the sounds of rapture Jack is making behind him. Even if they’re only getting an upright, it’ll be a lot of bother getting it to fit in Ianto’s small flat. It’ll have to go in the living room, probably in the far corner, and they’ll have to shove the telly over nearer to the dining table, and move the couch to face the other way, and kiss good-bye to any semblance of free space –

A happy, jazzy little melody starts up behind Ianto, and he turns. Jack’s playing, and there’s a child-like smile on his face. Jack doesn’t wear that look often. Ianto can’t remember the last time he saw it.

Ianto shrugs and leans against the wall to watch Jack. It’s about time he changed the layout of his furniture anyway.

[pluginzeta.livejournal.com]

I would adore any sort of Frank/Gerard or general MCR Christmas anything, but specifically I have something in mind, though it's not christmas-y..... Last month the boys did a piece for spin magazine, involving a large inflatable panda.... within the magazine there's a picture of Frank in the empty pool holding up the panda and underneath it is a picture of Mikey staring off and the panda is in the pool on it's back. Its my own personal canon that Frank is in fact under that panda. So any sort if light fluffy story depicting that would be awesome..... as well as referencing the horrifying truth about Gerard Way's legs (they're gorgeous but should ALWAYS remain covered in tight pants). <33 that man should never wear shorts again.

[soera.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't have to be Christmas-related! I loved that photoshoot myself, and your personal canon made me flail in helpless laughter - so naturally I had to go with it. Didn't manage to reference Gee's legs, though, sorry - but I hope this still works for you anyway!]

soft and cuddly

“Panda,” Frank says.

“Giant panda,” Gerard says.

“What the fuck,” Mikey says.

“Giant panda!” Frank and Gerard squeal, and take off towards the slowly inflating panda.

“We’re going to be shooting with that, aren’t we,” Ray says resignedly.

Frank throws himself at the panda. It sort of squidges inwards, and Frank vanishes momentarily in folds of black and white. Then a panda arm pops into inflated fullness and Frank reappears, giggling madly.

“Yep,” Mikey says.

The panda’s a little heavier than it seems, and exactly as bulky and unmanageable as it looks. Still, they wind up having heaps of fun pretending to haul it around. Frank in particular takes to the panda immediately.

“It’s comfortable,” he says, blinking guilelessly up at them from the napping spot he’s found in the panda’s crotch (“Stop molesting it, oh my god,” Gerard says).

And since Frank loves the panda so much, they stage a shot with him pretending to push it out of the pool. Gerard and Ray are just out of sight of the camera, holding onto the panda’s legs and keeping it relatively upright for Frank. Mikey watches serenely from a distance, as the cameras focus on a madly grinning Frank and click away. Finally, they’re given the signal that they’re done with that portion of the shoot.

So Gerard and Ray drop the panda, which collapses unceremoniously on Frank.

“Mmffks!” Frank squawks.

“Oh, fuck,” Gerard says, then starts laughing.

“Oops,” Ray says.

Mikey blinks. “Um,” he says.

Gerard trots over to him, closely followed by Ray. “Uh, we should probably get him out from under there,” Gerard says.

“Sure,” Ray says. “Soon.”

They look at each other.

Mikey nods, folds his hands before him, and assumes a zen expression. The cameras click away, but none of them really care.

“Oh, he’s going to hate us,” Gerard wheezes through laughter.

“I think he got himself out,” Ray says, looking over at the panda.

“You are dead, motherfuckers!” Frank howls. Gerard and Ray abandon Mikey to Frank’s wrath (it’s hardly their fault Mikey’s slow getting up) and run for their lives.

The photoshoot’s halted for half an hour while Frank attempts to murder his band-mates. He disappears while chasing Gerard down, and when the two of them finally re-appear, Frank’s flushed but appears to have calmed down a little.

“Is he going to kill us?” Mikey asks warily.

“Is he going to set my hair on fire?” Ray asks even more warily.

“Pyromaniac, fuckers,” Frank says cheerfully.

“That’s me,” Gerard says indignantly.

“Oh,” Ray says. “Well, that’s reassuring.”

Frank does the universal “I’m-watching-you” sign, then ruins it by giggling, which sets Gerard off, and the whole shoot’s postponed another fifteen minutes, and it’s way too hot to have been running around like that, and they’re totally going to get yelled at for the delays later, but just then, none of them really care.

[taffimai.livejournal.com]

I don't need a fic, but I just wanted to say, bonus points for use of the word "mosey!"

[soera.livejournal.com]

Why, thank you muchly. =D

I wish you a festive Christmas

[lawford.livejournal.com]

What a lovely gift. It's Torchwood and Jack/Ianto for me, of course. The prompt is Ianto as a (relatively, at least) angst-free Christmas drunk.

Re: I wish you a festive Christmas

[soera.livejournal.com]

[A smidge schmoopy; hope you like it anyway!]

and speak wise words

“I think,” Jack says, petting Ianto’s hair gently, “that I shall have to get you drunk more often.”

Ianto blinks up at him. “M’no drun’,” he says, and pouts.

Jack grins. “Okay,” he says. “You’re not.” He hauls Ianto up, then catches him when Ianto lists sideways. “Not at all.”

“Mm-hmm,” Ianto says, closing his eyes and contentedly hanging on to Jack’s shoulders. “Jack. Jack, Jackie, Jack.”

“Oh, don’t call me that,” Jack says. “Jackie, I mean. I knew a Jackie once. She was a little terrifying.”

“Jack,” Ianto purrs, and rubs his nose against Jack’s cheek. Then he stops and sticks his bottom lip out. “Ow,” he says.

“Beard-burn,” Jack says, and kisses Ianto’s nose. “Even I have to shave occasionally.”

“I like smooth,” Ianto says. He pets Jack’s face clumsily. “But rough’s nice too.” He rubs his hand over Jack’s cheek, focusing intently on the scrape of stubble on his skin. “Ever’thin’s nice. S’you.”

“Thank you,” Jack says. “Time for bed now. And maybe less eggnog tomorrow.”

“M’not drunk,” Ianto says, and at least he’s enunciating clearer now. Jack doesn’t believe a word out of his mouth, though.

“Love you,” Ianto murmurs against Jack’s throat.

Except maybe a couple.

[psychicvanity.livejournal.com]

Please and thank you?

Owen/Gwen; singing.

Merry Christmas!

[soera.livejournal.com]

[I cannot believe I wrote this.]

stick it out to the end

“No, that really annoying one,” Owen says. “Something about umbrellas?”

“Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh,” Gwen sings, and then ducks as Owen throws a scrunched-up napkin at her.

“That’s the one,” Owen confirms glumly. “Been stuck in my head all day.”

“I can’t believe you don’t know the song,” Gwen laughs. “It’s only been playing all the time.”

Owen scowls. “You think I care?” he asks. “What kind of song is that anyway? Umbrellas?”

“It’s about sticking with the people you care about,” Gwen says with wide-eyed earnestness. “Rain or shine, you know, always sheltering them even when life’s terrible for them.”

Owen gives her his most incredulous stare. Gwen holds the innocent expression for a few more seconds before dissolving into giggles.

“It’s still a stupid song,” Owen says with a snort. “At least the stupidity of the lyrics has gotten the tune out of my head.”

“You can stand under my umbrella,” Gwen sings immediately, and then runs for cover as Owen lunges for her.

[permetaform]

Merry Christmas! ^_^

And drabble request: Naruto/Kakashi, drag and/or Sexy no Jutsu. Bonus points if Naruto's on top.

[soera.livejournal.com]

[Didn't quite get to the smut, which I think was implied in the last bit of your prompt, but--]

red lipstick

Naruto is sitting there with his eyes closed and face turned upwards trustingly. Kakashi takes a moment to just look, then begins to work.

“Haven’t you ever done this yourself?” he asks.

Naruto waits until the eyeliner is lifted away from his eyes before he answers. “No,” he says. “My Sexy no Jutsu always had everything built in.”

“You can’t play with different looks that way,” Kakashi says, and begins smudging the eyeliner. “You’d have to rework the entire illusion for a slight change in makeup.”

“I’ve never had to,” Naruto says. “I’ve never had to dress in drag to lure out a target, either.”

“You fit his type,” Kakashi says, appraising Naruto critically. “I’m too old. Open your eyes.”

“Not that old,” Naruto says. His eyes look startlingly blue, more so than usual. “And besides, you’re still pretty hot for an old guy.”

“Are you saying I’m old or not?” Kakashi huffs, brushing mascara onto Naruto’s lashes.

“Not,” Naruto says. “And when you are, you’ll still be hot.” He pauses. “You’re not Gai-sensei.”

“Fortunately,” Kakashi says.

Naruto smiles, a quicksilver flash of teeth before he returns to stillness. It’s been a while since Kakashi has had to do this, and even longer since he’s done it for another person, but Naruto’s proving to be an easy canvas to work with. Kakashi carefully fills Naruto’s lips in with red lipstick, then gives him a piece of tissue paper to blot it with.

Naruto presses a perfect crimson kiss into the white paper. He doesn’t throw it away.

Kakashi checks to make sure the scars on Naruto’s cheeks are completely covered, then steps back in satisfaction. Naruto’s still clearly male, but Kakashi privately thinks that Naruto looks better in the dress and make-up than most girls would. He hadn’t known this could be a kink of his. Funny, the things you learn.

“Think I’ll get him today?” Naruto asks.

“We can hope,” Kakashi says. “All the intel says he’ll be there tonight. You’ll just need to reel him in.”

“I can do that,” Naruto says, and smirks at Kakashi. “And then I’m coming home.” He moves closer, right up into Kakashi’s space, their breaths mingling. “And I’m not going to take the dress off, but I’m going to fuck you. In this dress. And if you’re really good, I might blow you, and you’ll look down and see these lips around your cock.” Naruto touches Kakashi’s chest, and he’s still holding the tissue, the lipstick marks still clear and bright.

Kakashi thinks that he might have forgotten how to breathe.

Naruto tucks the tissue into Kakashi’s vest pocket and saunters out of the bathroom.

[silkendreammaid.livejournal.com]

i wasn't going to request anything because i knew you'd get a lot of Torchwood requests and i was going to be more than happy to see them appear but then i saw Komatta on your list and i absolutely love that manga to pieces... so yes, Kiyomine /Takara of course - either sleepyTakara or possessiveKiyomine - with a possible side of Reiichii and Okuno and i have no objections to Sakura getting in there too... :)

thank you :)

[soera.livejournal.com]

[I utterly adore KomaHoshi too! I've got just one fic written for it, but I have no idea how to end it off, so it's still languishing on my hard drive at the moment. Sadness. But here, have some KiyoTaka, sadistic!Reiichi and long!suffering!Okuno. =D]

saving the princess

“He’s so cute like this,” Reiichi purred.

“Kiyomine’s not going to like you doing that,” Okuno said with a sigh. He didn’t bother getting up to stop Reiichi, though. There was really very little point in doing that. Kiyomine would be back soon enough, and then things would explode and Okuno should probably save his energy for that.

“I wonder who he thinks is petting him?” Reiichi laughed quietly. “He looks so happy.”

Okuno turned a page in his book and steadfastly refused to reply. Takara mumbled something in his sleep and curled towards Reiichi’s hand a little.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Kiyomine bellowed from the door.

Takara yelped awake and promptly fell off the couch, blinking in confusion.

Reiichi grinned widely at Kiyomine. “Well, he just looked so cute sleeping like that,” Reiichi said. “I couldn’t help wanting to touch him aaaall over.”

“What,” Takara said, wide-eyed. Then Reiichi’s words sank in and Takara scrambled over to hide behind Okuno.

“He just petted your hair,” Okuno assured Takara, as Kiyomine yelled death threats at an amused Reiichi. The traumatised look in Takara’s eyes didn’t fade.

“Oi, shrimp! We’re leaving,” Kiyomine announced, and punctuated the statement by stomping over and physically dragging Takara towards door. “And don’t let people touch you like that, god, you’re too trusting.”

“I didn’t ask for it!” Takara protested, then squeaked into Kiyomine’s mouth. The kiss was brief but intense, and Takara still didn’t look like he’d recovered when Kiyomine manhandled him out of the room.

Reiichi sighed forlornly as he returned to the vacated couch. “I suppose that’s that,” he said mournfully. “Kiyomine’ll never let me near Takara again.”

“What a pity,” Okuno intoned.

“I suppose you’ll have to comfort me, won’t you?” Reiichi said, lacing his fingers together and giving Okuno a coy look. “Make up for my lost toy.”

Okuno put his book down. “I think,” he said with all the dignity afforded a total coward, “that I shall go check that the third-years are back.”

request?

[twilight-near.livejournal.com]

Jack/Ianto. The the 11th doctor. no threesomes please <3

Re: request?

[soera.livejournal.com]

Just to clarify: I don't write Doctor Who fic, just Torchwood fic... largely because I don't watch Doctor Who. Which means I know next to nothing about the 11th Doctor. So if I use "the 11th doctor" as my prompt, the fic will talk about him in a theoretical way, probably - if you don't want that, d'you want to alter/clarify/something your prompt?

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

Bruce/Dick, please! Maybe a quiet moment together, walking in the snow, with Bruce warming Dick's cold hands? Or talking by firelight, with an unexpected kiss? That kind of thing-a small moment together, turning intimate.

[soera.livejournal.com]

let it snow

Gotham got snow every winter; Blüdhaven, less frequently. Blüdhaven’s skies were more inclined towards sleet or hail, so when Dick woke up and looked out his apartment window at a white world, he was a little taken aback.

“It snowed,” he said softly.

“Mm?” Bruce mumbled into the pillow.

Dick turned to watch Bruce come awake. “It snowed,” he repeated, getting back under the covers.

Bruce yawned and put his arm around Dick, pulling him closer. “Mm. Just like home.”

“If we were home,” Dick said, “we could light a fire.”

Bruce smiled without opening his eyes. “The library would be a good place,” he said. “With all the lights off and just the fire going.”

“No windows,” Dick protested. “I’d want to see the snow.”

“My bedroom,” Bruce said, turning and pressing his face against Dick’s shoulder. “Fire. Snow. You.”

Dick breathed out slowly, watching the faintest curl of smoke mist away. The heating in his little apartment really wasn’t the best. He didn’t feel homesick, exactly, but he knew that wouldn’t be the case if Bruce hadn’t taken the time off to come visit Dick during the holidays. A small part of Dick wanted to out and run around in the snow, join the kids he could hear emerging onto the streets with shrieks of delight, but a much larger part wanted to stay curled up with Bruce for the rest of the day.

“Let’s go back to sleep,” Dick said, lying back and letting Bruce’s warmth enfold him.

[a-silver-story.livejournal.com]

OMG! How about some Jack trying to do something Christmassy for Fairy!Ianto? He's trying to hang mistletoe to catch him unawares or something, and it keeps disappearing.

O_o << Jack's confused face.

I'd <3 you if you did it! :D

[soera.livejournal.com]

[Not exactly what you wanted, but I couldn't resist playing with mistletoe lore!]

twelfth night

On Christmas Eve, Toshiko hung mistletoe over every doorway in the Hub.

By Christmas, every sprig had vanished.

Owen swore he was innocent. Jack believed him. Leaving Toshiko to finish interrogating Owen, Jack wandered off in search of Ianto. Five hours later, he’d been forced to conclude that if Ianto was still in the Hub, he had no desire to be found.

It took a bit of hunting to find a place that hadn’t run out of mistletoe yet, but Jack finally got his hands on a few more sprigs. He went back to the Hub and hung most of them over the doorways again, saving one sprig which he kept in his shirt pocket. Then he retired to his room for a few minutes.

He really wasn’t surprised to find the mistletoe had all vanished when he went back out again. This time, though, Ianto was sitting on Toshiko’s desk, kicking his legs idly and looking particularly smug. There was a small pile of mistletoe scattered on the desk around him.

“You could leave a little of the luck for us,” Jack said, wandering over to Ianto.

“Toshiko just wants an excuse to kiss Owen,” Ianto said. “She should do it without aid.”

Jack grinned. “Consider it just a push forward,” he said.

“Can’t she just take what she wants?” Ianto said, frowning.

“She’s human,” Jack said. “So, no.”

Ianto rolled his eyes. “She can have a little luck,” he said, and hopped off the table. The mistletoe caught fire spontaneously and burned with a flame that spared everything else it touched. One lone sprig remained unharmed.

“And you already have a little,” Ianto said, patting Jack’s shirt pocket. “A very little.”

“It’s enough,” Jack said, and let Ianto push him against the wall and kiss him, the taste and scent of bluebells thick in his senses.

merry xmas

[shellieholmes.livejournal.com]

HARRY POTTER Harry + Draco friendship, snowball fight. Hope you have a good day. Thanks in advance.

Re: merry xmas

[soera.livejournal.com]

but the snow makes things pretty

“He’s a coward, really,” Harry says, watching as Draco Malfoy cautiously steps towards the edge of the lake.

Hermione gives him a reproving look. “Really, Harry,” she begins, but Harry holds up his hands defensively.

“That’s all he is,” Harry says. “In terms of why he’s not someone I’d spend too much time with. But he’s not evil, either.”

“I suppose that’s better than Ron’s opinion of him,” Hermione says resignedly. Draco is bent to pick the winter-loving magical mist flowers that grow along the lake bank. Harry has a vague memory that the flowers are meant for a healing potion that Draco’s required to brew as part of his Potions Mastery. It hasn’t been so very long since the idea that Draco Malfoy might want to help people, had been laughable. Harry supposes that this is part of growing up – the difficult part, the part which even living on the run doesn’t prepare you for.

“I think I could get along with him,” Harry muses. “I don’t know about being friends, but I could at least work with him.”

Hermione positively beams at him. “That might just be one of the most mature things I’ve ever heard you say,” she says, then laughs when he sticks his tongue out at her.

“So,” Harry says, and crouches to scoop up a handful of snow. He packs it together in his mittened hands, then looks up and gives Hermione a roguish smile. “How could I possibly get his attention?”

Hermione attempts to give him a stern look, but her lips are twitching.

“I can’t be mature all the time,” Harry protests. “Want to help?”

Later, the three of them will avow that theirs is the only friendship in the world which started with two snowballs to the back, and a handful of snow crammed down a shirt.

[shinya-diey.livejournal.com]

Thank you for this ^__^
Jack/Ianto again please. After hard mission Jack is outside, watching snow and Ianto decidded captain shouldn't be alone so he takes him home.

[soera.livejournal.com]

[They don't quite get home, but they're on the way at least? =D]

he is dashing, you have to give him that

The thing that makes Jack truly strong is that he takes the blame for bad missions.

The rest of them have death to take the guilt from them. Jack alone doesn’t have that eventual comfort, and yet he insists on shouldering burdens that any of the rest of them could eventually lay down. That, Ianto thinks, is what makes Jack a true hero.

But it doesn’t mean the guilt doesn’t wear on Jack.

Ianto watches Jack on the cameras. Jack is standing atop the invisible lift, looking at the people hurrying by. When Jack, louder-than-life, flamboyant, theatrical Jack – when Jack goes still and seeks obscurity, Ianto knows that the weight of Jack’s guilt and that of countless others is pressing heavily on him. There is nothing that Ianto can do to remove that burden, because Jack refuses to let it be taken from him.

Sometimes, Ianto thinks that Jack is trying to atone for something. Ianto wishes Jack would realise that he’s done more than his share of penance.

Ianto switches off the monitors, puts his coat and scarf on, and heads out of the Hub. He takes the tourist entrance and walks towards the water tower so that Jack can see him approaching. The air around Jack shimmers with the instruction to look away, there’s nothing here, but Ianto knows there is and so he focuses on Jack, standing silent and still in the dancing air.

“It’s about time we got home,” Ianto says when he’s close enough not to get any strange looks.

Jack looks like he’s considering the statement.

“Let’s go,” Ianto says, and holds out his hand a little.

After a moment, Jack steps off the lift and down to where Ianto is. He slips his gloved hand into Ianto’s and laces their fingers together. Ianto raises their joined hands and presses a quick kiss to the back of Jack’s hand.

“I thought you didn’t like public displays,” Jack says with a crooked smile. “Aren’t they too undignified?”

“Torchwood has long since rid me of any dignity I had,” Ianto says, and tugs Jack a little closer. He brings their hands up between their chests, puts his other arm around Jack and draws them together.

“And besides, some things are worth it,” Ianto adds.

He doesn’t think he imagines the way Jack leans into his hold.

[jsks.livejournal.com]

torchwood please. jack/ianto with a big dose jack+ianto+tosh something along the lines of tosh not having a good christmas and the boys saving the day with presents and friend cuddles.

[soera.livejournal.com]

[Not quite Janto, more of the trio!friendship. Hope you like it!]

a time for family

The thing was, Christmas had always been an excuse for her entire extended family to get together. Christmas had always been full of laughter and camaraderie, all the things that Toshiko sorely missed in the rest of her life. Christmas meant pretending she was a normal person, someone who could become friends with her colleagues, who was important to them, who had people who cared about her.

Christmas made her able to survive the rest of the year, so having her family Christmases taken from her had been worse than anything else UNIT had done.

The first time had very nearly killed her. She’d spent hours sobbing in bed before she’d gotten a call from Jack, and had been forced to go out to round up some Weevils. At least it had gotten her mind off the fact that she wasn’t with her family.

She didn’t cry, the subsequent Christmases, but they never got easier. This year, Toshiko thought, might be the worst of all. She only had another year to go and then her case would be reviewed by UNIT and – and then maybe, maybe, she’d get to see her family again at last.

The hope was almost unbearable.

Someone rang her doorbell.

Toshiko nearly fell off the couch, where she’d been curled up in a thoroughly miserable little ball. She was just pondering the merits of ignoring the bell – surely it was someone having gotten the wrong place, or a salesman, even if it was Christmas – when it rang again.

She got up and padded over to the door, peered through the peep-hole, took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hi, Jack, Ianto,” she said. “Sorry, I didn’t hear my phone – has something happened?”

“Nope,” Jack said cheerfully.

“We brought turkey,” Ianto said, holding up a cloth bag that looked crammed with Tupperware containers. “My next-door neighbour, she likes to feed me.”

“And potatoes, and mince pies,” Jack added. “She gave us enough to feed an army.”

“Plus, pudding and eggnog,” Ianto said. “Both courtesy of Jack.”

“I can cook,” Jack said, nodding seriously.

Toshiko tried to fight back a grin at the bantering tone the two men had adopted. “And how do I figure into this?” she asked, letting them in and closing the door.

“Well, we couldn’t have Christmas dinner without our sister, could we?” Ianto said reasonably.

“Your –” Toshiko said, and then inexplicably burst into tears.

“Oh,” Jack said, and wrapped his arms around Toshiko, hushing her quietly and rocking her like her mother had done whenever she’d had a bad dream, which just made Toshiko cry all the more. Ianto patted her back awkwardly, looking like he didn’t quite know what to do. Don’t worry, Toshiko wanted to tell him, but she was crying too hard – don’t worry, it’s just that I’m happy.

[thebuttonontop.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to say thank you for this lovely gift.... i hope your christmas was lovely... :) all of your stories were beautiful.