I'm probably being a horrible, no-good, very bad person by posting this

[kayliemalinza]

Remember that mysteriously sexless NC17 Jack/Tosh/Ianto fic I keep teasing you guys about?

Well, here's the first 520 words. PG, no spoilers, set anywheres in S2 I suppose.

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[order_of_chaos]

Hatred. Bitter, bitter hatred. What have we done to deserve such torment?

This --

Tosh's clean-cut presence is somehow complementary to the sharp lines of his skirting boards.

-- made me grin, and kept me grinning until I hit Unexpected Naked Jack, after which point I laughed the rest of the way.

Jack grins. "Toshiko invented a sex machine!" he says proudly.
"Of course she did," says Ianto.
aeskrgjnhew;riuhoeirgh!!!!!!!!!!*grin* ♥

She looks mortified so Ianto warms her with his softest smile.
Awwww :)

he pauses suddenly, hearing an unfamiliar clicking down the hallway. He turns, coat shrugged halfway off one shoulder, to see Toshiko coming from the shadows.
In another universe, this could have been the start of a moderately creepy horror!fic, and not a mysterious sexless threesome. It would have been almost exactly the same, Jaffa Cakes included, only Toshiko would have been dead.

[kayliemalinza]

Hatred. Bitter, bitter hatred. What have we done to deserve such torment?
Maybe unrelated, but a few nights ago I dreamed that I was serving Karl Urban in a restaurant, and I needed him to help me with some NZ lingo because I was going to propose marriage to you. And then a squirrel died.

Not entirely sure what the significance of that dream was, but surely it deserves some torment.

aeskrgjnhew;riuhoeirgh!!!!!!!!!!*grin* ♥
BEST FEEDBACK EVER.

In another universe, this could have been the start of a moderately creepy horror!fic, and not a mysterious sexless threesome. It would have been almost exactly the same, Jaffa Cakes included, only Toshiko would have been dead.
.... Ok, um, I've got this glass jar on my mantle, right? And um, I was hoping I could put your brain in it. It'd make me very happy. :x

[order_of_chaos]

Is squirrelian death generally considered egregious where you live, then? *contemplates possibilities of genre known as Urban Fantasy*
Offer me broadband chocolate and all the internet I can eat and I'm yours.

My brain? Would be delighted. Here you go - mind you don't drop it in transit :P

[kayliemalinza]

*contemplates possibilities of genre known as Urban Fantasy*
Alright, that's it. Brain in the jar. Now, missy. >D

::CUDDLES CHAOS!BRAIN FOREVER::

[order_of_chaos]

Suddenly my mental image of my brain looks a lot like a tribble. It's furry. It purrs when you cuddle it. It... multiplies.