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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CAVEAT: It’s been ages since I’ve written in this fandom, so any old fics you might have read are vastly out of date with my style now.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!

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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

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. :)

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. :)

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 =)

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

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

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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.

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.

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

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.

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Please and thank you?

Owen/Gwen; singing.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas! ^_^

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

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 :)

[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.”

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

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.

[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.

wow. *melts* it may not have been what i was expecting, but i'm fairly certain its 10000 times better. wow, i'm in tears right now from the sheer beauty of this. Thank you, dear. I'm honored that this was for me. It certainly is something beautiful. *sighs contentedly*

I hope your Christmas is amazing. :)

[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.”

Awesome. It made grin, thanks for giving us such cool christmas presents. ;)

[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.

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

[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.

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

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.

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