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.
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and speak wise words
“I think,” Jack says, petting Ianto’s hair gently, “that I shall have to get you drunk more often.”
Ianto blinks up at him. “M’no drun’,” he says, and pouts.
Jack grins. “Okay,” he says. “You’re not.” He hauls Ianto up, then catches him when Ianto lists sideways. “Not at all.”
“Mm-hmm,” Ianto says, closing his eyes and contentedly hanging on to Jack’s shoulders. “Jack. Jack, Jackie, Jack.”
“Oh, don’t call me that,” Jack says. “Jackie, I mean. I knew a Jackie once. She was a little terrifying.”
“Jack,” Ianto purrs, and rubs his nose against Jack’s cheek. Then he stops and sticks his bottom lip out. “Ow,” he says.
“Beard-burn,” Jack says, and kisses Ianto’s nose. “Even I have to shave occasionally.”
“I like smooth,” Ianto says. He pets Jack’s face clumsily. “But rough’s nice too.” He rubs his hand over Jack’s cheek, focusing intently on the scrape of stubble on his skin. “Ever’thin’s nice. S’you.”
“Thank you,” Jack says. “Time for bed now. And maybe less eggnog tomorrow.”
“M’not drunk,” Ianto says, and at least he’s enunciating clearer now. Jack doesn’t believe a word out of his mouth, though.
“Love you,” Ianto murmurs against Jack’s throat.
Except maybe a couple.
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