Christmas Comment!fics [2012]

[soera]

Merry Christmas, everyone!

So this is turning into a yearly thing, apparently. Christmas comment!fics for all you lovely folk in fandom! I’m experimenting with the timeline this year, so this post is going up a bit later than previous years. For those who’ve been here before, do check the updated list of fandoms, and the time that prompt-taking closes. For those who haven’t, let’s go over things:

How it works:

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.

Leave a comment in this post with the fandom, pairing (if applicable; I’ll do gen for all fandoms too) and the prompt you’d like.

Prompts can be anything from random words for inspiration, to a scenario you’d like to see played out. They can be as specific or general as you like, and I’ll do my best to stick to them. Alternate universe/alternate canon prompts are welcome, as are prompts to do with any ‘verse I’ve written about before (i.e. it's fine to ask for something based on one of my previously posted fics).

ONE PROMPT per comment. Multiple prompts are fine, but put each in its own comment. Your first prompt gets ficced first; the others will go to the end of the queue and I’ll get back to them after I’m done with prompts from other people. So put the one you most want to see done first!

Prompts don’t have to be Christmas/holiday-related, if that’s not your thing. Anything goes!

Porn and I have a love-hate relationship. Sometimes it comes easy; other times, it's hard. (Pun not intended.) Be warned that if you request smut, you may not actually get it – I can give you the prelude and possibly some sexiness, but that might be the best I'll manage.

Prompt-taking closes at midnight on 31st December where I am – that’s UTC+8. Do note that I won’t be taking any prompts after the stated deadline. Due to Reasons, I’ll likely be slower in posting up my comment!fics, but look for them in the first couple of weeks of the new year.

Due to RL reasons, I'm not advertising this post in any communities this year – which means I'll be relying on word of mouth to get this out.Okay, I managed to find the time to post to a few comms. But still, feel free to spread the word to your other fandom friends who might not know about this post. They don’t have to know me to request a ficlet!

I will NOT write:
Character bashing.

Character death (except as in canon).

Anything dark/unpleasant. It’s Christmas; let’s keep it happy in here. (This does not mean I won’t take sad/bittersweet/etc prompts – those are fine, but I won’t write, say, a character’s murderous rampage through London.)

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

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:


Bleach:
CAVEAT: I skipped a lot of the Aizen/Arrancar/Visored stuff because I got bored with the endless fighting. I know the gist of what happened, but if you’re requesting something based on a specific moment, give me chapter numbers at the least.
I’m better at these guys than I used to be, though, so don’t take previous works as proof of (non-)talent.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Ichigo/Byakuya, Urahara, Rukia, Orihime, Shinigami ensemble (not as familiar with the Visored and Arrancar though)

I WON’T WRITE: If you request a scenario I don’t know and am not comfortable with, I might ask you a) if I can write something only tangentially related to the idea you’ve put forth, or b) to give me another prompt.


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.
I much prefer writing friendship/gen to anything with pairings.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: The list is actually kind of endless, especially when it comes to pairing Harry up.

I WON’T WRITE: Harry/Draco, Harry/Ginny, Severus/Remus, Sirius/Remus. I would prefer not to write Draco at all.


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 Volume 15. 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. 15.

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.


Kyou Kara Maoh!:

CAVEAT: I didn’t watch S3 and didn’t finish S2, though I do know how it ends. I’m terrible at keeping track of the ensemble cast, so sticking to the major players is best.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Conrad/Yuuri, Gwendal, Gunter, possibly Wolfram and Cecilie. Pick anyone else at your own risk – I’m not quite comfortable writing anyone outside of these I’ve listed.

I WON’T WRITE: Anything pairing Conrad or Yuuri up with others (I’m fine with acknowledging the Wolfram/Yuuri engagement, but not as a serious pairing). Go ahead and mix and match anyone else if you’d like.
Anything with Shinou, because I can’t quite wrap my writerly brain around him yet.


Naruto:

CAVEAT: I know the gist of what’s been happening, but I’ve only been reading sporadically since Kakashi’s resurrection. If you want something to do with a specific incident, give me details (at least chapter numbers so I can look it up).
I 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: Naruto/Sasuke. Anything with post-betrayal Sasuke (I’d 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. I don’t know anything about the second manga series either, so I can’t write anything about that.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Tezuka/Ryoma, ensemble cast.

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


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, 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.


Sherlock (BBC):

CAVEAT: … Yeah, I got nothing.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: John/Sherlock, ensemble cast

I WON’T WRITE: Anything pairing John or Sherlock up with others. Go ahead and mix and match anyone else if you’d like.
Moriarty. Or Irene. Sorry, not interested.


Star Trek (TOS/2009):

CAVEAT: I’ve not written extensively in either 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: I didn’t like S3, and didn’t watch S4. Stick to the first two seasons; I won’t be able to do anything from S3/4.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa (pre-Canary Wharf only), Ianto+Tosh, team, Rhys

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.


Young Avengers:

CAVEAT: I haven’t posted anything I’ve written in this fandom, so you’re requesting at your own risk. Also, I’m not doing anything based on speculation/teasers about the upcoming series.

CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Billy/Teddy, Kate, Eli, Tommy, Cassie, Nate

I WON’T WRITE: Anything pairing Billy or Teddy up with others. You can mix and match anyone else, and I’ll give it a shot, though.



And have a happy new year, everyone!

ETA: Prompt-taking is now closed.

ETA 2: Done! Thanks for playing, everyone!

Comments

[twilight-near.livejournal.com]

You're alive!!! ::squeels::
Anyway, John/Sherlock, and john dealing with the sherlock hate post-reinbach? preferably a happy ending.

Im so glad youre doing this again XD

[soera.livejournal.com]

[I am! RL’s just been really hectic… I was considering not doing this this year – but it’s been so long since I’ve managed to write anything for fandom, I figured this would be a good excuse. =D]

the fidelity of dogs

He moves out of 221B Baker Street.

It is remarkably easy to let every relationship he’d built over the last year or so die. Mrs Hudson and Lestrade hold out the longest (and John suspects that Mycroft keeps a subtle eye on him) but eventually even they too drift away. Once that had happened, John had moved again, this time telling no one his new address. A clean break’s the best, he thinks. The bone will knit back nice and strong.

It is difficult dealing with people when they know him as either a conman or a fool. For that reason, he decides to work with animals instead.

He begins to volunteer at a small shelter that’s overworked enough to disregard John’s poor reputation. The other workers and volunteers there are even polite enough not to disparage Sherlock in John’s hearing. He puts together meals and cleans up shit. In some ways, John thinks on the good days, it’s similar to living with Sherlock.

He finds that he has a deft hand with the animals, and that they calm for him quickly. It’s not something he’d expected, given that he’d only ever had a dog before, and that had been as a child. Still, there’s a kind of pleasure that comes from discovering a new talent, and John jumps at the chance to lose himself in something new.

(There is a pattern to his life. He’d escaped his family by joining the army. He’d escaped the numbing boredom of civilian life by living with Sherlock. It stands to reason that he’d escape the reality of Sherlock’s death by throwing himself into something else.)

Working with the dogs, in particular, is the kind of medicine that John could never have dared dream of. They’re uncomplicated creatures, and demand nothing of him but the ability to move on. If he forgets, their restless anxiety reminds him. As long as he is centred and certain of himself, they’re unflinchingly loyal. They don’t judge, and that is a gift infinitely more precious than John had ever known before.

(He still misses Sherlock. Part of him wonders if working at the shelter is his way of running away from people, because god, he can’t deal with everything they say and think about Sherlock. Too late to realise how he felt, too late for much of anything except coping, which he only manages because the dogs remind him to do so.)

But there is something about them, about the straightforward, uncompromising lives of the animals, that soothes that raw and aching part of him he won’t let anyone see. So John turns his volunteerism into a job and lets them heal him, and dreams about a life in which he could have shared this with Sherlock.

[shinya-diey.livejournal.com]

Jack/Ianto + John Heart
John did something stupid/hurt Jack and Ianto have to fix it

Thank you and Happy Hlidays :)

[soera.livejournal.com]

[Thank you for the V-gift! =D
I think this fill was accidentally also inspired by a couple of others commenters who requested BAMF!Ianto. So, um. Even though we don’t see Ianto actually fixing things, I hope this works for you!]

an instinct deeply ingrained

Say what you will about old-fashioned projectile weapons. The sound of a round being chambered is as terrifying as any sonic weapon charge-up.

John turns slowly, hands up in front of him, high enough to make him look harmless, low enough so that he can grab for his own gun (sonic, thank you) if the opportunity presents itself.

“What is it this time?” he asks casually. “The good Captain forget something else?”

“Kneel,” Eye Candy says.

“Kinky,” John says.

Eye Candy lashes out with his foot, a sharp kick to the back of John’s knees knocking him to the ground. John tries, but doesn’t manage to get to his gun before Eye Candy’s there, wrenching his arms behind his back and cuffing him. Okay, not a problem, they’re just your average handcuffs, he can get out of those easy. Just take him a few seconds, once Eye Candy looks away –

He’s not looking away. He looks angry, the kind of angry that goes cold and refines every act it drives. John frowns slightly. This could be a problem.

“Look, they’re not as valuable as you probably think they are,” he tries. “I just didn’t figure you’d need them, and I happen to need some for the next place I’m going. Things to buy, you know. The chips wouldn’t be useful to you.”

“I honestly don’t care about your thieving tendencies,” Eye Candy says, flatly. He produces a – oh god, is that a syringe, the medicine of this time is so barbaric – out of his suit pocket and moves around to John’s side. He still has a clear line of fire, he’s moved himself out of easy striking distance, and if John struggles, all he’ll accomplish is breaking the needle off in his flesh.

John grits his teeth against the sharp pain, wondering what Eye Candy’s up to. If the lot of them weren’t so bloody nice, he’d be honestly worried.

“It’s the collateral damage I don’t appreciate,” Eye Candy says, stepping out in front of him again. He holsters his gun and watches John casually. “Do you happen to recall that box of photos on Jack’s desk? The one you accidentally destroyed?”

John feels very cold. It takes him a moment to realise the sensation’s centred on the injection site, but radiating rapidly throughout the rest of his body. It comes and goes in waves. He doesn’t know what Eye Candy might have used, but it’s making it hard to think and he’s getting dizzy.

Eye Candy watches him with a little smile on his face. Suddenly, John’s not too sure about the whole “being nice” thing. That smile does not look nice. That smile looks like something he’d once seen on people who still gave him nightmares, decades later.

“Let’s have a little talk, John.”

[verucasalt123.livejournal.com]

Oh, what a lovely idea! I've got one.

John/Sherlock, maybe a little Mrs Hudson or Lestrade thrown in, John is cooking and Sherlock is doing housework but complaining about it.


Happy New Year to you as well!

[soera.livejournal.com]

the illusion of change

It has taken four months, three lectures, two scoldings and one A&E visit to achieve the impossible.

Sherlock is cleaning the house.

Apparently, John accidentally poisoning himself with one of Sherlock’s experiments is all it takes. Sherlock’s still not conducting himself with any graciousness though, acting instead as if John had poisoned himself solely to inconvenience Sherlock. If Sherlock hadn’t spent the entirety of John’s hospital stay worrying himself sick, John might have been insulted. As it is, he knows perfectly well what lies beneath the snide commentary about being beyond little things like housework or categorising his experiments, anyone could have told that bread was poisoned if only they’d paid attention, honestly, John.

John shakes his head at himself and returns his attention to the sandwiches he’s putting together (there is no more poisoned food in the kitchen, Sherlock assures him). There’s something very wrong with him, he’s sure, when he gets poisoned through Sherlock’s carelessness and all he can think is that at least that’s got Sherlock’s pasty arse moving. He’d recovered fine; all’s well.

He knows that this state of affairs cannot possibly last. Sooner or later, Sherlock will get distracted and he’ll go right back to what he used to do. John’s determined to enjoy having a slightly less lethal home while it lasts.

“John! John, look what I found. Old case notes! There’s some fascinating material here, you know, and some truly inspired work. Ah, here’s my analysis on decomposition rates in various media. Come have a look, you never know when you’ll need this sort of knowledge –”

John plates the sandwiches and wonders if anything could possibly rein Sherlock in for good.

[skylark-cee.livejournal.com]

I would love to see something in the same 'verse as your Sherlock fic Great Puzzle. Anything really, but maybe the first case or the first situation that goes wrong after John's previous experience runs out. How does John feel after knowing what was going to happen for so long?

[soera.livejournal.com]

we’re all mad here

“I’m all out of cheats,” John announces that morning, at breakfast.

“What?” Sherlock says, and then immediately adds, “Ah, right. Caught up to yourself, have you?”

“Yep,” John says. “I’m not sure if I’m excited or terrified.”

“Can’t it be both?” Sherlock asks. John doesn’t get the chance to respond because Lestrade rings the doorbell just then, and breakfast has to be hastily abandoned in favour of a hot case.

After a few hours of running across London, being bludgeoned across the chest with a fireplace poker, and putting a man twice his size in a headlock, John finally finds a few seconds to catch his breath.

“Nothing permanently damaged, I hope,” Sherlock says.

“Just bruised,” John assures him. They watch as the protesting bad guy kicks a police officer in the groin. A few minutes later, leg restraints have been added to his attire, and four officers heft him up and head off, carrying him like a slab of meat for the spit-roast.

“That never gets old,” Sherlock muses out loud.

“I think you’re right,” John says, and grins up at the inquisitive look Sherlock shoots him. “It’s both.”

[itsmeyousee.livejournal.com]

Torchwood team fic so canon relationships Season two but concentrating on Ianto and Tosh skills in research/tech to solve the problem but Jack Owen and Gwen are there as well just not the main players, thank you

[soera.livejournal.com]

[There's more of Jack, Owen and Gwen here than you probably wanted, but Toshiko and Ianto do save the day. Hope you like!]

devil’s in the details

“Okay, so shooting it doesn’t work,” Owen said, backing up.

“What now?” Gwen asked nervously, still holding her gun on the alien.

“It has to have a weak point,” Jack said. He’d just be damned if he could figure out what it was. The alien had already killed two families; they couldn’t let it get away, but they couldn’t figure out how to stop it either. How were they supposed to contain it?

“What weak point?” Owen demanded. “Can’t shoot it, can’t burn it, can’t drown it, can’t poison it, what’s left?”

“Sonic weapons,” Toshiko said from behind them. Owen and Gwen whirled in surprise. Jack kept his gun trained on the alien, but turned slightly to bring Toshiko into his peripheral vision. Ianto was with her, and they were both carrying sonic disruptors. So much for leaving them back at the Hub. Then again, they did seem to have come up with a solution to their little problem, so –

“Have at it,” he said cheerfully, ducking out of the way. Ianto and Toshiko raised their weapons in unison and fired.

The alien sort of – glorbled, and dissolved into a vast pool of sticky goo.

“Where’d you get those, anyway?” Jack asked, holstering his gun and running a practiced eye over his team. Owen and Gwen were a little banged up, but otherwise fine. Toshiko and Ianto were fine.

“I did some cross-referencing and discovered they were probably weak against sonic weapons,” Toshiko explained. “Didn’t think it would help, but Ianto vanished for a while and came back with these.”

Jack glanced at Ianto.

“Archives,” Ianto said, succinctly.

“Of course,” Jack said with a grin. It was just like his two quietest team members, to pull a rabbit out of their hats at the last second. A swell of pride rose in him. “Well done, both of you.”

“Yeah, nicely done, whatever,” Owen said grumpily, toeing the goo, then grimacing in distaste when it stuck to his shoe. “But how the hell are we gonna clean this up?”

[scandalbaby.livejournal.com]

Bleach, Orihime & Hisagi: They both know what it's like to love someone from afar (Ichigo for Orihime, Matsumoto for Hisagi) and have them just out of reach, and so they bond.

[soera.livejournal.com]

[Eep, I’m not too great with Hisagi. I hope this works for you anyway! I’m setting this in some hypothetical timeline where Orihime’s working with the 4th Division to refine her healing abilities and Ichigo’s training with the other Shinigami to get better control over his powers, and so they regularly travel between the Human and Shinigami worlds together. Uh, just go with it.]

an outstretched hand

“Sorry to disturb!” Inoue announces cheerfully. “Hisagi-san, you’ve been working since I got here! Have you moved at all in the past five hours?”

“I don’t think so,” Hisagi says, dropping his pen and stretching with a groan. “Damn, did I miss lunch?”

“That’s why I came,” Inoue says, holding up a bento box. “I made extra today. You can have some if you like, Hisagi-san!”

“Oh, are you sure?” Hisagi asks. They don’t know each other all that well, really – they say hi if they run into each other and last week, he’d once kept Inoue company while waiting for Kurosaki to return and the Senkaimon to be opened, but that’s about it – so the generosity is a bit of a surprise. Hisagi’s used to having to work harder to mooch off his friends.

“Mm!” She pushes the box over to him. “Kurosaki-kun’s talking to Kuchiki-san so I’ve got some time before I have to go back. Eat, eat! It’s not healthy to work so much, you know!”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Hisagi says, happily shoving his work aside and pulling over the bento box. “You came to lend the fourth division a hand, right? Did you have to bully anyone?”

Inoue giggles. “Noooo,” she says unconvincingly.

Hisagi studies the contents of the bento and wonders if this time, he hasn’t been a little hasty in accepting a free meal. The sauce is a disturbingly bright red. He can’t exactly back out now, though, so he picks up a bit (he’s not sure what it’s a bit of) and puts it in his mouth with all the enthusiasm of someone walking to their doom.

“Is it good?” Inoue asks.

Hisagi’s taste-buds have temporarily gone on strike. “Yep!” he says, and digs back in for more. Might as well finish it all while his tongue’s too numb to taste anything. “Just what I needed after all that paperwork.”

“Lieutenants have a lot of work to do, huh,” Inoue says sympathetically.

Hisagi grimaces. “Truth is, half of that is actually Rangiku’s. I’m lending her a hand for today.”

“Ohh,” Inoue says in an understanding voice. Hisagi freezes. It had been a far too understanding voice.

“I like helping Kurosaki-kun,” she says, simply, when he looks up at her.

“Oh,” Hisagi says, and looks back down at his food. Kurosaki, who’s clearly and hopelessly in love with Kuchiki. It’s probably about as impossible for Inoue to get her man, as it is for Hisagi to get his woman.

Inoue laughs. “It’s okay, it’s just how I feel,” she says. “Maybe one day it will change. You’re the same way, right, Hisagi-san?”

Hoping for a returning look of interest, knowing it won’t come, prepared to wait out the longing, looking forward to a day without its crippling effects. Hisagi pokes at a bit of the Something. Dammit, he’s not supposed to be sympathising with a human teenager a tenth his age!

Inoue’s smile is kind and wistful.

“Yeah,” Hisagi says reflectively. “I’m the same way.”

[scandalbaby.livejournal.com]

Bleach - Ichigo & Ishida (if you'll write him): Twenty-five years later, they are forced to get along when their children start dating. Go ahead and set it post any arc you feel comfortable with (though I'm not reading the current one, so please don't spoil me).

[soera.livejournal.com]

acquiring illusions

“Looks like they’re serious about each other,” Ichigo says.

“To think I thought Chiharu had good taste,” Uryuu complains.

“Clearly, she does,” Ichigo says with a grin, then laughs at the look of distaste on Uryuu’s face. “Oh, come on. Yukito’s not that bad.”

“For an aspiring Shinigami,” Uryuu mutters.

“You’ve grown into a grumpy old geezer, Ishida,” Ichigo says cheerfully. He smacks Uryuu on the back and thoroughly ignores the scandalised look he gets not only from Uryuu, but also from some of the other people around them. Whatever; he’s not here to socialise with the other parents.

“I’m not old,” Uryuu says, affronted.

“Not questioning the ‘grumpy’ tag?” Ichigo asks.

Uryuu turns his nose up, clearly refusing to dignify that with an answer.

“Seriously, though,” Ichigo says. “Are you… okay with them?”

“What about you?” Uryuu counters. “Yukito’s training at the Academy already, isn’t he? They can’t be happy about him dating a Quincy.”

“Right now, it’s not so bad because she isn’t learning the arts,” Ichigo says. “But I’ve talked to those who matter as well. Even if she decides she wants to learn later on, they won’t question Yukito.” He shrugs. “I’m not saying it’ll be easy, but I won’t stand in his way and I won’t let anything official get in his way either.”

“He’ll have to deal with the Academy-level insults himself, I suppose,” Uryuu says.

“He has to learn.”

“This is harsher on Yukito than on Chiharu, you know,” Uryuu says. “At least all she has to face is my disapproval. Not an entire Academy, not to mention multiple Clans.”

“Yeah,” Ichigo says. “That’s why I think it’s harder on her.”

Uryuu sighs and studies his daughter, who is currently with Ichigo’s son, spying on their fathers with relative skill for their age. They both look terribly worried as Ichigo and Uryuu wait for the principal to arrive and address the parents before the parent-teacher meetings start.

“Did Yukito ask you to talk to me?” Uryuu asks.

“Nope. I can just tell when you’re being a contrary bastard,” Ichigo says. “It’s a gift.”

Uryuu shakes his head. “I’ll speak to Chiharu tonight,” he says. Just to be contrary, as Ichigo puts it, he doesn’t elaborate on what he’ll tell her.

All the same, Ichigo still smiles and relaxes.

[junoharkness.livejournal.com]

Torchwood Jack/Ianto

Christmas day and Jack and Ianto have to celebrate it with both jack and Ianto's family. Preferably jack has never met Ianto's family before and Ianto hasn't met Jack's

Hopefully this is acceptable, i know you said no season 3 so you can make up Iantos family and Jacks family

Thanks and Happy holidays!

[soera.livejournal.com]

[I went ahead and just used the families we were introduced to in S3 – but as you’ll see, Ianto’s and Jack’s attitudes are a bit different! =D]

being counted

“This is going to be a disaster,” Ianto moaned.

“Yes, yes it is,” Jack agreed.

“You’re supposed to tell me it’ll be fine,” Ianto sighed, setting out the last of the plates. At least this was a neutral space, more or less – it was a sometime-safe-house that they’d borrowed for the gathering, since neither he nor Jack had enough space at their places. That meant that if things went sour, technically they could make an escape. Un-technically, Ianto’s manners would probably prevent him from fleeing a gathering he was hosting. Besides, someone needed to lock up (and ensure homicide did not occur).

“But it won’t be,” Jack said. “It’s definitely a disaster of some magnitude, question’s just how much. So, on a scale of blowfish-on-blow to end-of-the-world, where would you rate this?”

“Approximately extinction-event level,” Ianto replied without missing a beat. He inspected the table, and then the living room. It all looked fine. In approximately ten minutes, they were about to host both his family and Jack’s. He’d never met Jack’s family (apparently his daughter was older than Ianto and they were pretending she was Jack’s sister) and Jack had never met his (dear god, Johnny was going to be insufferable the moment he set eyes on Jack) and yet they’d somehow been talked into hosting a joint Christmas party. Ianto had always been of the opinion that the job was giving him ulcers. He now knew that anything he’d felt on the job was a pale imitation of what had just been incited in him.

The doorbell rang.

“It’s not too late to make a break for it out the back window,” Jack suggested.

“Smile and play nice if it kills you,” Ianto said.

“It might,” Jack said. “Where’s my gun, I could make it happen.”

Ianto kicked him and opened the door, ushering in his sister and her family. Johnny, predictably, stared unabashedly at Jack, who gave him his best movie-star smile in response. As Rhiannon exclaimed over the décor, Ianto sidled up to Jack.

“Remind me again why we’re doing this,” he hissed.

Jack gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand. “Because I’m done hiding.”

[daicheto.livejournal.com]

I come from the conradxyuuri community!
If you don't mind me requesting, I'd like Conrad/Yuuri with prompt - fluff, Yuuri's down with fever and Conrad's doing his best to take care of him. They're having a talk, maybe? which brings them closer to each other. Thanks! ♥

[soera.livejournal.com]

[Not so much a talk, I suppose, but I hope you like this all the same!]

strength to lean on

“Here, Your Majesty.”

Yuuri’s feeling far too poorly to properly castigate Conrad, but his fever-glazed eyes apparently communicate enough of a glare for Conrad to correct himself with a smile. “Yuuri,” Conrad amends. “Please try and drink some of this tea. It will help with the nausea.”

It might, or it might taste nasty enough that it makes Yuuri want to throw up all the more. It turns out that despite the astonishing things magic can do here in Shin Makoku, the common cold is still something that can’t be cured. There’s none of the medicines Yuuri’s used to, either. Instead it’s teas and poultices, and they’re all far more distasteful than the worst cough syrup.

There are upsides, though. Conrad helps Yuuri upright and hands him his cup. Unlike any other time, Conrad does not then immediately step away and assume a proper distance. Instead, he leaves one arm curled around Yuuri’s back for support, while the other hand steadies Yuuri’s grip. It’s almost like a hug, with Conrad sitting on his bed and leaning sideways, so close that Yuuri can smell the fresh scent of soap on him.

“Ugh, this tastes horrible,” Yuuri groans.

“I apologise,” Conrad says. “But it will help, Your Ma – Yuuri.”

It’s only lukewarm (Conrad must have cooled it beforehand) so Yuuri gulps the whole thing down in a few quick swallows and gives the cup back to Conrad. Conrad half-turns to deposit it on the floor, then leans back in towards Yuuri.

Conrad’s hand is blissfully cool against Yuuri’s forehead and that, Yuuri tells himself, is the only reason he’s nuzzling closer.

“It feels a little less warm than today morning,” Conrad says, as he helps Yuuri shift back into a sleeping position. “You should be feeling much better by tomorrow.”

“Good,” Yuuri says. “I’m tired of being sick.”

Conrad gives him an affectionate look, smoothing a few stray locks of hair back from Yuuri’s forehead. Yuuri closes his eyes.

“Don’t go,” he says, as he has for the past three nights during this miserable illness.

“I won’t leave you,” Conrad murmurs. It sounds like a permanent promise, and Yuuri smiles as he drifts into sleep.

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Yummy, such a Christmas miracle! May I?
Kyou Kara Maoh!, Conrad/Yuuri. The five times when Conrad gave a slap to Yuuri (by mistake or?..) and the one time Yuuri gave a slap to Conrad (for real marriage).

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[Ooh, this was fun. Since these are supposed to be short, one-comment fics, I went with an abbreviated version. Sort of 5+1 sentences, I guess? I hope it works for you!]

infinity in the palm of your hand

The first time, it’s the back of a finger gently tapping against his brow and a familiar voice calling him back to consciousness.

The second time, it’s two knuckles bumping his jaw and a teasing comment on his baseball skills.

The third time, it’s three fingertips pressed to his chin and a gentle assurance that Wolfram would get over the broken engagement.

The fourth time, it’s four fingers and a palm spread shockingly insistent across his cheek and a demand for the Maou to settle for the danger is long past.

The fifth time, it’s four fingers and a palm cupping his cheek in the lightest of touches and a secret yearning whispered to a body feigning sleep.

The first time is born of the fifth. Yuuri can’t bring himself to make it hard, because the custom still seems so very strange and wrong, but it’s hard enough to make his intent clear, hard enough for Conrad’s eyes to widen in shock, hard enough for Conrad to touch his cheek like he can’t believe what has just happened. Then Yuuri presents the ring he’s bought because he needs to do this both ways, for him and for Conrad, after which he rather abruptly finds himself in Conrad’s arms with kisses being pressed to his brow, his cheeks, his jaw, his chin, his lips; and through it all, Conrad’s hands hold him close, burning two steady spots of warmth and strength into him.

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Kakashi/Naruto: Something fluffy and porny? Kakashi can't show how much he cares about Naruto in public so in private he lets it all out.

Thanks so much!!! ^_^

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the words in the quiet

“You were amazing today,” Kakashi murmurs, wrapping his arms around Naruto’s waist.

Naruto tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for the kisses Kakashi’s pressing against them. He keeps cleaning his kunai nonchalantly, even as the kisses turn into little nips.

“Thanks! I think my chakra control’s getting better, right?” Naruto says cheerfully.

“It is,” Kakashi says. “As are your tactics and strategies. You’ve become an excellent leader, Naruto. I’m so very proud of you.”

Naruto drops his kunai and wriggles around in Kakashi’s hold. “It’s weird hearing you say that like this,” he protests. He can feel his face heating up, and he knows the blush goes across his cheeks and all the way to his ears. He can’t help it; whenever Kakashi gets in these moods, everything that comes out of his mouth is always so embarrassing.

It’s also wonderful to hear, which Naruto will never admit.

“It’s dangerous if others know how I feel,” Kakashi says, unzipping Naruto’s jacket. He leans forward and mouths along Naruto’s collarbone. “So when we’re on a mission, I have to save it all up, all the joy you bring me –”

“Stop talking already,” Naruto whines, burying his face in Kakashi’s hair.

Kakashi pulls Naruto’s tank top over his head. “Just one more thing, then,” he says, nuzzling closer. Naruto rocks against him with a pleased whine, and when Kakashi parts his lips, Naruto presses his own to them, stealing and secreting away the words he already knows.

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Jack/Ianto
Completely AU
Obviously it's a up to you how you want to write this, it doesn't necessarily be really smutty but, anyway...
Either Jack and Ianto are porn stars who are 'working' together in this year's gay-porn blockbuster, when things start to get real and they realise they're in love with each other or, if you don't want it to be too smutty, it could just be a regular movie with an intense sex scene with the same conclusion.
Merry Janto Christmas!

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[Since these are meant to be comment fics (i.e. the length of one comment), I had to drop some of the backstory and work with one scene from this. Hope this works for you!]

tangled up in you

“Do something for me,” Jack murmurs. He secures the knot tying Ianto’s hands to the ornate headboard. “Stop meeting him.”

“Give me a reason,” Ianto replies. His eyes are hard and unyielding.

“I’ll stop,” Jack tells him, sliding down Ianto’s nude body. He nudges Ianto’s legs up, settling comfortably between them. “I’ll stop with everything else. We’ll be enough for each other.”

He gives Ianto a ghost of a smile. “Sound good?”

“Sounds like a lie,” Ianto says. He doesn’t resist when Jack spreads his legs further, then bends to lap at his aching erection.

“Might be,” Jack says. “Live it with me.”

Ianto stares up at the ceiling. Jack’s tongue dances over hot flesh.

“Cut!” the director calls. “Good job, guys, just stay where you are for now. Okay, let’s shift the lighting around now –”

Jack sits up a little, peering up at Ianto’s face. “All right?” he asks, quietly.

“I’m good,” Ianto says, giving him a small smile.

Jack makes a noncommittal sound and drops his face back down, nuzzling against Ianto’s belly.

“Don’t make me come before the shot’s set up,” Ianto warns.

“Sorry,” Jack says. “Hey. I’m sorry about yesterday.”

“It’s fine,” Ianto says, after a moment. “I over-reacted.”

Jack traces a line down Ianto’s side. “I called it off with her. For good.”

Ianto stays silent.

“Can I have a do-over?” Jack asks. “Dinner tonight?”

Ianto doesn’t respond for so long that Jack’s about to give up, and try and get back into character – not that that would be too hard, he thinks bitterly. After this movie’s done, he’ll hopefully not have to see Ianto again. Distance would help him get over this. Maybe.

“Seven at the hotel restaurant,” Ianto says, suddenly. Jack freezes, trying not to hope. “I’ll see you then.”

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Ooo, exellent! And thank you!

John/Sherlock - "Get out of my brain!"

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for the conscience is the voice of the heart

“John Watson, I would greatly appreciate if you would stop interfering,” Sherlock growls under his breath.

Lestrade startles. “What? John’s not even here!”

“He doesn’t have to be,” Sherlock says. “Honestly, Lestrade, at least ensure the cases are interesting before you call me out. It was the gardener. His clothes were bloodied and he has changed, but the original outfit will still be hidden on the grounds. I’d suggest checking the shed.”

Sherlock whisks his scarf back around his neck and strides off, ignoring Lestrade’s request for more information. He’ll figure it sooner or later; he doesn’t really need Sherlock for this one. Perhaps Lestrade’s getting a little over-dependent on Sherlock. He’ll take a little break from the cases the police bring him for now. They can’t be getting lazy, or they’d become even more dull than they already are.

He spots a young lady at the end of the corridor and identifies her as the one he’d just made cry. Not his fault, nor his problem. He was doing her a favour by telling her that her boyfriend was cheating on her, really. If she’s all that sensitive, she shouldn’t have been so inquisitive about his credentials. Even if she had only had the safety of her friends at heart.

“John, you are insufferable,” Sherlock whispers.

“He’s not worth it,” Sherlock announces as he sweeps up to her. She jumps and opens her mouth to respond, but he barrels on before she can voice whatever insipid thought she has. “You are intelligent, charming, attractive and absolutely wonderful. Or so your friend here believes. I would suggest turning your attentions towards him, as he is far more likely to treat you with respect. If you will excuse me.”

He turns on his heel and continues towards the exit. “Wait, was he just sort of being nice?” he hears the friend ask.

“… Was he right?” the young lady responds.

Sherlock steps out into the sunlight and turns towards home.

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Jack/Ianto , anything happening during the famous 4 weeks suspension after Cyberwomanl. I still wish they had do some episodes during that time....

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trust me and fall

Two weeks ago, Ianto had nearly killed them all.

Jack stares at the door and considers his options. Back then, with Ianto in a cell and the rest of the team sent home, he’d pulled up Ianto’s file and read it thoroughly. He could recite it word for word now, he’s certain. And one thing keeps coming back – twenty-three years. Ianto’s a mere twenty-three years old. Too young to have fought the Cybermen and Daleks, too young to have seen his girlfriend converted. Too young to really understand what he was doing.

Too old for Jack to give up on.

Torchwood ages people, but there’d been something in Ianto’s eyes that day that told Jack he was a survivor. So. No Retcon, and he doesn’t want to have to execute Ianto. But he also doesn’t know if he can trust Ianto anymore, and even if he can, the team likely won’t. That doesn’t leave him with much.

But, well. He’s worked with less.

The door opens and Ianto’s standing there. He’s got a bit of a beard going on, but looks otherwise neat and presentable. Not wallowing, that’s a good sign. Now Jack needs to maintain that, and keep Ianto from withdrawing again. If there’s no trust between them, he’ll have to create it, through whatever means necessary.

“Are you going to come in, sir?” Ianto asks, politely.

“Don’t know,” Jack says. “I was hoping to have a plan before that.”

“I would have thought Retcon or a bullet, sir,” Ianto says. Still damnably polite.

Jack’s lips tilt in a crooked smile. “Nope,” he says, and steps forward, clapping a hand on Ianto’s shoulder and steering him back into the apartment. “Let’s talk team-building, Ianto Jones.”

Because Ianto is his, and he never gives up on what’s his.

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Jack/Ianto + Team
Ianto convinces the team to have Christmas dinner in the Hub so Jack can properly celebrate it for the first time. Bonus for mistletoe naughtiness :D

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an earlier heaven

“Tea-boy, control your damn lizard!” Owen bellowed.

“If you wouldn’t drop food all over yourself, Myfanwy wouldn’t think you were dinner,” Gwen retorted. “Pass the potatoes, Tosh.”

“Here you go.” Toshiko handed the plate over, then firmly pushed Myfanwy’s beak out of the way. “No.”

The pteranodon backed up and sat down on the floor, eyeing the festive spread with a distinctively calculating look in its eye.

“She’s going to go for it once our backs are turned,” Owen grumbled. “Isn’t there any bread sauce? What kind of Christmas dinner doesn’t have bread sauce?”

“I thought I saw some earlier,” Toshiko said. “When Ianto was bringing the food in.”

“Ianto?” Gwen called, tentatively.

The three of them fell silent and listened carefully.

Owen shook his head after a few moments. “I’m not going to check,” he said.

“Well, I’m sure he’s busy,” Toshiko said diplomatically. “And he did tell us to go ahead with the meal. Let’s save pudding for when we’re all together, though.”

“It’s Ianto who wanted this anyway, he should be here,” Owen complained, spearing a slice of turkey and pulling it onto his plate.

“Mostly for Jack,” Toshiko said. “He said Jack’s never really done Christmas before, not properly. Ianto decided they’d do it right this year. Jack’s been helping with the decorating and everything.”

“Would that explain the sudden explosion of mistletoe?” Gwen asked with a smirk. “There was an awful lot of it in the archives, when I was helping Ianto earlier.”

“I’m sure their only goal was to liven up the place and bring some Christmas cheer to us,” Toshiko said blandly.

“To them, more like,” Own said. “Oi, you overgrown lizard, leave my shoes alone!”

Jack leaned against Ianto’s chest as he watched Myfanwy make a valiant attempt at ripping Owen’s shoe off his foot. “Thank you,” he said softly. “I didn’t think…”

“You’re welcome.” Ianto pressed a light kiss against his neck, then pushed him forward, stepping around him. “Come on. Christmas isn’t complete without a family dinner.”

Jack smiled and followed Ianto into the chaos.

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What a lovely idea! Hopefully, you can do something with this:

Sherlock/John or Sherlock&John, AU - hostage situation in a bank or shop. The boys are both there for some reason, but don't know each other. Perhaps Sherlock's also distracted because of some other case, so he notices the hostagetaker(s) too late. Sherlock and John work together to resolve the situation after a few hours. John's army training is helpful and Sherlock is intrigued by this resourceful and level-headed guy. Cue "Hey you'd be the perfect flatmate!". Injured hostage, so that John can show of his doctor skills, and John being a crack shot optional.

BTW I just re-read your story "Waiting to be know". So lovely!

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[Since these are meant to be comment fics (i.e. the length of one comment), I had to drop some of the backstory and work with one scene from this. Hope this works for you!]

silver into gold

John swings the golf club with unerring precision, catching the gunman in the knees.

“Ta, mate,” he says to the terrified golfer whose club he’s appropriated, smacking his improvised weapon into the back of Idiot #1’s neck to knock him out. In a single, smooth motion, he drops the club and grabs Idiot #1’s handgun, bringing it up to bear on the second gunman.

“Drop it,” says the posh-looking man behind the second gunman. “He’s military, just back from Afghanistan, and clearly a good shot. I wouldn’t suggest tempting him.”

Idiot #2 drops his gun without voicing any protests, though that might have something to do with the knife the posh guy has pressed against his neck. John keeps one eye on the guy he’s downed, the other eye on the guy currently being shoved to his knees and frisked, and wishes for a third one to watch for the Idiot #3, who’d marched one of the shop assistants into the back at gunpoint.

Posh Guy strips Idiot #2 of all his visible weaponry, and a few hidden ones, then ties him up and gags him with his own scarf. “Oh, don’t worry about that one,” he says, clearly catching John’s look towards the back. “Silent alarm’s already been tripped, the police will be on the way to make themselves as useful as they ever are. More importantly, these gentlemen seem to have failed to take into account new security measures recently implemented by this particular chain of stores.”

“Which are?” John asks.

Posh Guy smiles in cat-like satisfaction. “He’s currently imprisoned in a panic room, and if that assistant has any sense, she’ll be on the phone with the police giving them real-time updates.”

Idiot #2 growls, low in his throat.

“Yes, but this is far more fascinating,” Posh Guy says, stooping to examine Idiot #2’s… shoe? What’s so fascinating about that? “You weren’t actually after money. So what is your true motive? And why does it entail spending time in the Camden Catacombs?”

Idiot #2 jerks and stares at Posh Guy with wide eyes.

Posh Guy smiles back, then abruptly straightens and eyes John. “Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective,” he says. “I could use a man like you. Would you like to join me, while you’re on leave?”

John briefly ponders the merits of going along with a clearly unhinged man. “Sure,” he says. “Just – one question. How did you know I was in Afghanistan?”

Sherlock smiles, and a thrill of excitement runs through John.

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Thanks you for this!!!

I would love a crossover or fussion au!

With Sherlock characters in a sentinel au! Where John is a sentinel and Sherlock is the guardian! John/Sherlock
And maybe with Jim/Blair as chief of the the sentinel/guardian federation or secret organization. Mycroft as the britain off course is the representant of the federation of secret society in england. Maybe John met Jim in the war?

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[Since these are meant to be comment fics (i.e. the length of one comment), I had to drop some of the backstory and work with one scene from this. Hope this works for you!
This was inspired by my friend taking one look at this prompt and going “Sherlock would be a terrible guide.”]

serenity, courage, wisdom

“–atson. Try and follow the sound of my voice back. Your guide tells me that hearing is by far your strongest sense, so it shouldn’t be too difficult for you. I know my voice is unfamiliar to you, but all the more reason for you to pick up on it, yes? If you want to know who I am and what I’m doing in your house, you’ll have to come out of your zone. Smell, apparently – oh, no, shouldn’t talk about that now. Don’t focus on that, just pay attention to my voice. You know, I seriously think that one of the criteria for guides should be people who can go on for hours about the same topic without wanting to rip their own throats out. It’s astonishing how many of us wind up constantly having to monologue about listening to us. There’s only so many ways you can say the same thing, you know? After the first dozen times or so, things start getting repetitive, though I suppose if you’re working with a sentinel you haven’t met before, they wouldn’t know either way – oh, there we go.”

“You really can go on for ages,” John says. His throat’s scratchy and sore. How long had he been zoned out this time?

“Welcome back,” the man sitting in front of him says, with a smile. He looks familiar, and after a moment, John manages to place him.

“Director Sandburg?” he asks, cautiously.

“Please, just Blair will do,” Blair says. “I happened to be meeting with the English team here when the head officer’s... brother, I think? – came in saying you’d zoned and he couldn’t bring you out of it. Frankly, it was a welcome excuse for me to get out of that meeting. Jim might have made me go, but nothing says I’ve got to enjoy it. So obviously I took the chance to offer my assistance. I think Mycroft’s got his brother locked up somewhere and is yelling at him though. As much as he ever yells.”

John massages his temples. Right. Sherlock. Of course. “What did I zone on?”

“Formaldehyde, apparently,” Blair tells him. “Your guide’s been instructed to attend mandatory remedial training; it should have been obvious this would set you off. He can’t forget things like this, especially if he wants to conduct experiments at home.”

“He deletes things,” John says, then sighs when he takes in the look on Blair’s face. “Sorry, I’m not being a very good host.”

“You’re a patient, not a host,” Blair tells him with a grin. “But now that you’re better, I should be off. There’s only so long I can put off those meetings. Now, I won’t suggest you look for another guide.”

That, John thinks, will be a first. Everyone he’s ever met has told him Sherlock’s not guide material. He’s brilliant when he wants to be, of course, but he’s not quite the sort of person you should trust your personal safety to.

If John had wanted safety, he’d never have joined the army.

“But don’t let him walk over you, either,” Blair says. “Give and take. You’ve learned to work with a detached guide. Now make sure he learns how to work with you.”

John scrubs a hand over his face. That’s easier said than done. But Blair does have a point. He wants to keep Sherlock as his guide, and that desire’s made him let Sherlock get away with far too much.

“Thank you for your help,” he says, standing and giving Blair a warm smile. “We’ll be fine from here on.”

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Torchwood; Sixty Minutes an Hour - Dan asks for a sibling for Christmas, will Jack & Ianto grant his wish...

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in the season of sorrow

“Danny wants a sister for his Christmas present,” Ianto announces.

Jack looks up and blinks in bewilderment. “Yeah, pretty sure that’s not happening.”

Ianto tumbles into bed with a groan. “I tried – Jack. Jack, I think maybe he needs to go back to his therapist.”

Jack frowns, stacking his paperwork into a neat pile and getting up from the desk. “What’s wrong?”

“He said he misses Emily,” Ianto mumbles into his pillow.

It takes a moment for Jack to place the name, but when he does, things immediately make sense. Emily, of course – Danny’s older sister, who’d been one of the victims of the Night Travellers. Who’d been right next to him, from what little he’d said of that night, when their breaths had been ripped from them.

“Adopting another kid’s probably the worst thing we could do, then,” Jack sighs, sitting down on the edge of the bed, next to Ianto. “Can’t bring another kid into this household if he hasn’t dealt with it yet.”

“… Another kid?” Ianto asks, after a long pause.

Jack clears his throat. “Well. Maybe. Eventually.”

Ianto sits up and gives him a small smile. “You did mention possibly having our own,” he says tentatively.

“Possibly,” Jack says, looking anywhere but at Ianto’s face.

Ianto huffs out a quiet laugh and pulls Jack down on top of him. “I’ll make an appointment tomorrow, for Danny to see his therapist,” he says, pressing his face against Jack’s neck.

“Yeah, okay. He’s a strong kid – he’ll get through this,” Jack says, and traces the edge of Ianto’s collar. “He’s got a strong dad to show him how.”

Ianto’s lips curve against Jack’s neck. “Yes,” he agrees, tightening his grip on Jack. “He does.”

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I'm a huge Conrad/Yuuri fan so might I request something for that pairing? Feeling a bit naughty rather than nice (although that doesn't necessarily mean it has to be smuteriffic) - my prompt is 'bondage'... however you'd like to interpret that. ;)

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[Eheh. Eheheheh. *wide smile* This was fun to write~]

chained to you

“This can’t be happening,” Yuuri moans.

“It is,” Conrad says. His hands are hot against Yuuri’s back, and Yuuri can feel every tiny movement as Conrad slides them down ever so slowly. “But it’s not our fault, Your Majesty.”

“If Wolfram saw us now –”

“He would have to accept it,” Conrad murmurs directly into Yuuri’s ear. Yuuri shudders and drops his head forward, hiding his gasp in Conrad’s tunic. Conrad’s thumb brushes the base of Yuuri’s spine and he has to swallow a moan. He wants to move closer to Conrad, wants to properly feel that solid body against his – but he’s terrified certain bodily reactions will immediately be found out, and so he tries to lean back slightly instead.

“Please don’t pull away from me, Your Majesty,” Conrad says, softly. “I need you against me – ah.”

Yuuri holds himself perfectly still, hyper-aware of Conrad’s body, pressed flushed up against his. “D-Don’t call me that,” he whispers.

“Yuuri,” Conrad says, his voice husky and low. “Move your hands up a little.”

Yuuri complies, shaking with tension.

“And, done.” Conrad slips the ropes off them, and Yuuri exhales in a rush, stepping away from where he’d been bound to Conrad. “Now, we need to find a way out of here. There are too many bandits to take on, so we need to get back to the camp first.”

“Okay,” Yuuri says, taking a deep breath. “Okay, let’s go.”

Conrad catches Yuuri by the wrists, examining the rope-burn on them. “Good, it doesn’t look too serious. – Yuuri?”

Yuuri’s sure his face is completely red. It’s so unfair! Anyone in close proximity to such a handsome, gentle person, would definitely have the same reaction. But he can’t even go and hide now, which is what he really wants to do, because they’re smack in the middle of an enemy camp and trying to lose Conrad would be roughly the equivalent of trussing himself back up and offering himself to the leader of the bandits to use as he would.

Trussing… If it were Conrad… Using him…

“Your Majesty,” Conrad says, and Yuuri snaps back to attention, face flaming worse than ever. As if Conrad would ever want to do such a thing. “We need to go now.”

“Right,” Yuuri says, and tries not to read too much into the gentle prison of Conrad’s fingers around his wrist.

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Kakashi/naruto with a more mature naruto and he knows of the kyuubi before mizuki tells him.
And if you can i would like it to be around the time naruto and the gang get there teams sorted, preferably a happy ending.

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[Sorry if I misunderstood the time-frame you were looking for; I took it to mean when Naruto was twelve, and had been placed on a genin team. I won’t write a Kakashi/Naruto pairing at that age, but I hope their interaction here works for you anyway!]

what lies beneath

“You’re dismissed for today. Remember not to have breakfast tomorrow, or you’ll just end up throwing up,” Kakashi says happily. “Naruto, stay back for a bit, will you?”

The other two leave, clearly worrying about what their test tomorrow will be like. Naruto stares up at Kakashi, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. Not unfocused, like so many of his Academy teachers had reported – just too full of energy to contain himself, and clearly never having been given appropriate outlets to channel that energy into. That much is already apparent to Kakashi, as is the fact that most of Naruto’s old teachers had been hopelessly biased against him.

“The Hokage told me you know a few things you’re not supposed to,” Kakashi says, once they’re alone.

“About my tenant?” Naruto asks, unsurprised. “Yeah. I guess no one expected that?”

“I’m no seal specialist,” Kakashi says. “But from what I know, yours was meant to block it off completely.”

“I was trying some meditation exercises,” Naruto explains, hopping up on the railing beside Kakashi. “Iruka-sensei said that I was too hyper and I needed to learn to focus and the leaf exercises he made us do were so boring, so I went looking for other things I could do. I tried a whole bunch of meditation styles, and then one day I opened my eyes and I was outside this cage.”

He shrugs, glancing at Kakashi out of the corner of his eye.

“You seem to have taken it well,” Kakashi says, mildly.

“I’ve had a year to get used to it,” Naruto says. “It can’t talk to me unless I go back in, which I don’t do unless it’s by accident and then I leave straight away, so it’s okay.”

Kakashi nods understandingly. It’s a brief enough conversation, but he’s seen more than enough to put the Hokage’s mind at ease. There’s no sign of the Kyuubi’s influence on Naruto; the inconsistencies in some of his reported behaviours are likely due to the biases of his observers. “You’ve had some bad teachers in the past.”

Naruto frowns. “Iruka-sensei’s great.”

“You didn’t have him long,” Kakashi points out. “And he only taught you one subject.”

Naruto shrugs, but doesn’t respond. Watchful, when he’s not certain of the lay of the land. There’s far more potential here than he’d been led to believe.

“Self-taught, mostly,” Kakashi says, thoughtfully. “And yet you managed to learn the Kage Bunshin in under an hour?”

“Yeah,” Naruto says, warily.

Kakashi ruffles Naruto’s hair affectionately, laughing at the startled look on the blonde’s face. “I think I’m going to enjoy teaching you,” he decides, and smiles behind his mask.

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Torchwood- Ianto/Jack. I'd love to see a BAMF!Ianto, since there really isn't enough of this around. And I'd love it if Jack and the team and surprised by just how BAMF! Ianto actually is. :)

Hope you had a happy holidays etc, and a good new year. :D

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[I hope you like this! Also, if you’ll scroll up to the second comment on this post, that comment!fic has another BAMF!Ianto as well. (As does the comment right after this one, I guess? Though the BAMFness is more implied in that one.) =D]

always the quiet ones

“Okay, so Plans A and B are out,” Jack says, and looks around at his team. “Anyone got a Plan C?”

“Yes,” Toshiko says, and holds up her PDA. “But since I can’t get a signal, it’s also out.”

“… D?” Jack asks hopefully.

Owen and Gwen exchange glances, then shrug in unison.

“We’re never going to hear the end of it if we have to be rescued by the police again,” Jack sighs glumly.

“At least no one’s been hurt,” Toshiko says. “I suppose we’ll have to wait for Ianto to do something. He’ll realise something’s wrong when we don’t report in for the next check-in.”

Owen clears his throat. “Actually, I think the aliens know the schedule. And, um, are sending him reports.”

“How did they find out?” Jack asks.

“Uh,” Owen says.

Jack growls low in his throat and makes strangling motions at Owen. “When we get out of here, Harper.”

“Oi, it’s not like tea-boy would be able to get us out anyway,” Owen protests. “Maybe if he calls in UNIT for help.”

“Even worse than the police,” Jack sighs, not looking over at Toshiko.

“I’m glad to know you have such faith in me,” Ianto says.

They all look up in unison at the intercom, and then at the door, which swings open noiselessly. “I’ve tranquilised the guards. Follow the corridor down to the first junction and go right, then left at the next one, and enter the last door at the end of that corridor. That will lead you to the exit.”

They stare at each other.

“Sometime today, if you would,” Ianto says, his voice only slightly distorted by the intercom. “The tranquilisers won’t last forever. I’ve established an uplink to the Torchwood computers and am currently copying everything the Biiks have to our database. Given that I’ve already found some blackmail, we’ll be able to get rid of them quickly enough, but we should be off the ship before opening negotiations.”

“Right,” Jack says. “Let’s go. Ianto, I for one would love to hear how you managed this.”

“I’m sure you would, sir,” Ianto says primly. “I’ll see you back on the ground.”

“Owen?” Gwen says sweetly, as they run for the exit, passing by the slumbering bodies of the same aliens that had given them so much trouble. “What was that you were saying about Ianto getting us out?”

“That he would naturally realise something was wrong and fix things for us,” Owen says with a straight face.

Jack grins and keeps running. Clearly, he’s been underestimating Ianto. It’s far past time to see what Ianto’s really capable of, and he’s going to enjoy every second of it.

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Like the person above, I'd like a BAMF! Ianto - specifically, I'd like to see him (and the team) dealing with a second Cyberman invasion, with all the memories that would bring up for him (the friends lost at TW 1, as well as of course Lisa). After he realizes what's going on (and probably breaks down a couple times), he leads the Team in the assault on their base, avenging her and all those he's lost.

That would be awesome.

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[Since these are meant to be comment fics (i.e. the length of one comment), I had to drop some of the backstory and work with one scene from this. Hope this works for you!]

the grief inside your bones

“Toshiko, get us blueprints of the building and plan our course. Gwen, we need the big guns from the armoury. Owen, medical supplies. Ianto, I need you to coordinate from the Hub –”

“I’m coming with you,” Ianto interrupts.

Jack stares at him for a long moment. “You three, go get ready,” he says, not taking his eyes off Ianto. After a moment’s hesitation, they scatter.

“I’m coming with you,” Ianto repeats.

“You don’t have to,” Jack says. “There’s nothing to prove here, Ianto.”

“There is,” Ianto corrects. “But probably not in the sense you’re thinking.”

Jack sighs and drops his gaze, rubbing his temples. “You can’t afford to freeze.”

“I won’t,” Ianto says. “I’ve already got the breakdown out of the way. I know you saw me earlier.”

“All the more reason.”

“Let me go, Jack,” Ianto says. “I need to do this.”

“If you do this, I will use you exactly as I would use anyone else,” Jack warns in a low voice. “If you freeze and someone dies because of that, it will be on you.”

“I know,” Ianto says. “But I won’t freeze.”

“Fine,” Jack says. “Fine. Help Gwen get the guns for now. On the way, help Toshiko plan out our attack. You have a better insight into the attack patterns of the Cybermen than any of us. Try and work out anything that might give us an advantage.”

Ianto nods. “Half done already,” he says, tapping the side of his head. Well. Jack can’t say he hadn’t expected that. “Thank you, Jack,” Ianto adds, and strides off towards the armoury. His steps are sure and confident, his body already prepared for battle. There’s no sign of the anguish Jack had seen in him earlier, when they’d discovered what their enemy was. Ianto’s right – he has something to prove, but not to Jack, or the team, or even himself. He needs to prove to the Cybermen that it’s not just the Doctor, that humans too are capable of taking them down, that the Cybermen are not the pinnacle of perfection they think they are.

“Thank me by keeping us alive,” Jack says to empty air. There’s a little curl of hope in him. He thinks Ianto might just be able to manage it.