Prompt Fics
Here are the first two of my prompt fics, in no particular order, just what appealed to my brain at the time.
Title: Ducklings
Rating: PG
Prompt: I'd like Jack/Ianto (duh), and your prompt is... ducklings. If at all possible I'd like it to be fluffy and romantic, but basically as long as they're not suicidal or killing each other I don't mind By miss_zedem
Jack didn’t stay over at Ianto’s very often. There were lots of reasons for this. Jack didn’t like to leave the hub for too long, just in case. In case of what he never really explained. ‘Staying over’ implied a certain amount of commitment that neither of them were quite ready to give yet. Jack afraid of being left behind and Ianto afraid of forgetting Lisa.
But the main reason was that Jack didn’t really sleep, sometimes he’d get ten or fifteen minutes in but that was about it. While Ianto slept, Jack got bored. Ianto soon discovered that having a bored Captain Jack Harkness wandering around your flat was not a good thing.
Ianto still didn’t know what Jack had managed to do to the toaster.
One morning Ianto woke up to find that Jack was not in the bedroom. However in the night he had found time to empty most of Ianto’s wardrobe on to the floor. Fearing the worst he pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms and an old t-shirt and bravely went to find Jack.
Jack was sitting at the kitchen table wearing a pair of old jogging bottoms of Ianto’s that had always been to big. Ianto let his eyes run over Jack’s bare chest. Jack smirked at him and Ianto blushed. He slid into the chair opposite Jack.
“What have you been up to?” Ianto asked with trepidation.
“I was bored, so I had a look round.” Jack shrugged, but he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
“I saw the destruction you left, are you going to clean that up?” Ianto gave Jack his best glare but Jack just carried on smirking. Oh god what had he found? Ianto tried to run through in his mind what was in the wardrobe. But there were too many possibilities. “What did you find?” he asked eventually.
Jack grinned and picked something off the floor and placed it on the table. Ianto groaned it was worse than he could have imagined.
Sitting on the table were a pair of fluffy pale blue pyjamas. They were covered in bright yellow ducklings. Ianto dropped his head into his hands. “They were a joke Christmas present from years ago.”
“Put them on?” asked Jack eyes sparkling with amusement.
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
Jack walked round the table and slid into Ianto’s lap. “Pretty please?” he asked pressing a chaste kiss on Ianto’s lips and then pulling back when Ianto tried to deepen it.
“No.”
“Look,” said Jack looping his arms round Ianto’s neck. “We both know how this is going to go. You’re going to keep saying no. I’m going to keep bugging you. All through work and then I’ll probably start following you home. You’ll call the police, there’ll be a big incident, and Owen will laugh himself silly. You don’t want that now do you?”
Ianto felt sure there was some kind of flaw in Jack’s reasoning but it was hard to think when Jack was sitting on his lap dropping soft kisses across his face and neck.
“Alright then,” groaned Ianto unable to believe he was agreeing to this. Jack beamed at him and it was almost worth it just for that. Jack stood up and handed Ianto the dreaded pyjamas. “You’re evil, you know that?”
Jack just smiled and made a shooing gesture towards the bedroom door.
The pyjamas were slightly too small. The bottom half rode low on Ianto’s hips and the top was tight across his shoulders. The ducklings dancing across the material looked vaguely sinister to Ianto like maybe they were part of some dark plot.
He braced himself outside the kitchen door. He had no idea how Jack got him to agree to things like this. He pushed the door open and walked in.
Jack beamed at him again. An open and joyful smile that Ianto wished he could see more often. It definitely made wearing the evil pyjamas worth it. Anything was worth it when Jack smiled like that, not that he was planning on telling Jack that.
Jack move closer and cupped Ianto’s hip with his hand, feeling the soft material and the skin that was visible between the top and the trousers. “You look…”
“If the next word out of you mouth is ‘cute’, then you’re in trouble,” interrupted Ianto.
Jack smiled into Ianto’s eyes and Ianto felt himself melt a bit. “… adorable,” continued Jack. “Darling, gorgeous…” he leaned into Ianto’s ear and whispered, “sexy.”
Ianto shuddered as Jack’s other hand petted the material across his belly.
“Come on then,” said Ianto taking Jack’s hand in his own. “You can help me take them off.”
Title: Taleragean Plague
Rating: PG
Prompt: Jack/Nine/Rose, Sick!Jack. by taffimai
Jack sat up by the headboard sniffing pathetically. He was wrapped in a duvet and had a hot water bottle clutched to his chest. Rose stood at the doorway.
“I’m sick,” stated Jack mournfully.
“I can see that,” replied Rose smiling at him. “You have a cold.”
“No, I have some horrible alien plague. Really, it’s too late for me, save yourself!” He buried himself further into the duvet.
Rose couldn’t help but chuckle, he really was kind of adorable when he was ill. “Well if you think that’s best. I’m just a 20th century girl after all. What could I do?”
“Roosssssse.” Jack moaned. “Don’t go. I’m cold.”
“Is he still complaining?” asked the Doctor coming to stand behind Rose. “It’s just a cold.”
Jack peered at the Doctor from a tiny gap in the huddle he had made on the bed. “You don’t care. I could have taleragean plague and die.
The Doctor sighed. “There’s no such thing as taleragean plague, you just made that up.”
“You’re not going to die,” said Rose, determined expression on her face.
“My head hurts, and I can’t breathe properly, and I ache, and I’m really, really cold,” mewled Jack.
The Doctor looked over at Rose. “You think this is cute don’t you?” he asked accusingly.
Rose gave the Doctor a cheeky grin. “Like you don’t.”
The Doctor made a sound like ‘hrumppt’ in the back of his throat, but didn’t deny anything. Rose walked over to the bed. She tried to pull the duvet away from Jack but he growled at her. She laughed and somehow managed to pull the cover back enough so that she could wiggle in.
She wrapped her arms round Jack’s waist and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Better?” she asked.
“Much better,” Jack agreed with a sigh. “You’re going to catch my plague now though.”
“I’ll risk it,” chuckled Rose. “
“Still cold on the other side.” Jack looked up at the Doctor pitifully.
The Doctor folded his arms across his chest. “I’m not getting into bed with you Jack. I don’t want your plague.”
“I thought you said he made it up,” said Rose eyes dancing.
“It’s okay,” Jack mumbled into Rose’s hair. “He probably doesn’t want to come near me when I’m all icky and sick.”
Rose glared at the Doctor over Jack’s head. “Oh for crying out loud!” exclaimed the Doctor, stalking over to the bed. “Who over the age of five says ‘icky’ anyway?” He pulled the cover back sharply but was careful not to jostle Jack too much as he climbed in on the other side. It took a few minutes to arrange everyone but soon they were both wrapped around Jack. Rose’s head on Jack’s chest and the Doctors arms round his waist.
Jack felt a kiss to the top of his head. He thought it must be Rose, but then he relied that she couldn’t have reached.
“I’m sorry you’re sick Jack,” said Doctor. “You get to pick the next destination. Where shall we go?”
“Want to stay here,” murmured Jack sleepily. “Warm.”
Title: Ducklings
Rating: PG
Prompt: I'd like Jack/Ianto (duh), and your prompt is... ducklings. If at all possible I'd like it to be fluffy and romantic, but basically as long as they're not suicidal or killing each other I don't mind By miss_zedem
Jack didn’t stay over at Ianto’s very often. There were lots of reasons for this. Jack didn’t like to leave the hub for too long, just in case. In case of what he never really explained. ‘Staying over’ implied a certain amount of commitment that neither of them were quite ready to give yet. Jack afraid of being left behind and Ianto afraid of forgetting Lisa.
But the main reason was that Jack didn’t really sleep, sometimes he’d get ten or fifteen minutes in but that was about it. While Ianto slept, Jack got bored. Ianto soon discovered that having a bored Captain Jack Harkness wandering around your flat was not a good thing.
Ianto still didn’t know what Jack had managed to do to the toaster.
One morning Ianto woke up to find that Jack was not in the bedroom. However in the night he had found time to empty most of Ianto’s wardrobe on to the floor. Fearing the worst he pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms and an old t-shirt and bravely went to find Jack.
Jack was sitting at the kitchen table wearing a pair of old jogging bottoms of Ianto’s that had always been to big. Ianto let his eyes run over Jack’s bare chest. Jack smirked at him and Ianto blushed. He slid into the chair opposite Jack.
“What have you been up to?” Ianto asked with trepidation.
“I was bored, so I had a look round.” Jack shrugged, but he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
“I saw the destruction you left, are you going to clean that up?” Ianto gave Jack his best glare but Jack just carried on smirking. Oh god what had he found? Ianto tried to run through in his mind what was in the wardrobe. But there were too many possibilities. “What did you find?” he asked eventually.
Jack grinned and picked something off the floor and placed it on the table. Ianto groaned it was worse than he could have imagined.
Sitting on the table were a pair of fluffy pale blue pyjamas. They were covered in bright yellow ducklings. Ianto dropped his head into his hands. “They were a joke Christmas present from years ago.”
“Put them on?” asked Jack eyes sparkling with amusement.
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
Jack walked round the table and slid into Ianto’s lap. “Pretty please?” he asked pressing a chaste kiss on Ianto’s lips and then pulling back when Ianto tried to deepen it.
“No.”
“Look,” said Jack looping his arms round Ianto’s neck. “We both know how this is going to go. You’re going to keep saying no. I’m going to keep bugging you. All through work and then I’ll probably start following you home. You’ll call the police, there’ll be a big incident, and Owen will laugh himself silly. You don’t want that now do you?”
Ianto felt sure there was some kind of flaw in Jack’s reasoning but it was hard to think when Jack was sitting on his lap dropping soft kisses across his face and neck.
“Alright then,” groaned Ianto unable to believe he was agreeing to this. Jack beamed at him and it was almost worth it just for that. Jack stood up and handed Ianto the dreaded pyjamas. “You’re evil, you know that?”
Jack just smiled and made a shooing gesture towards the bedroom door.
The pyjamas were slightly too small. The bottom half rode low on Ianto’s hips and the top was tight across his shoulders. The ducklings dancing across the material looked vaguely sinister to Ianto like maybe they were part of some dark plot.
He braced himself outside the kitchen door. He had no idea how Jack got him to agree to things like this. He pushed the door open and walked in.
Jack beamed at him again. An open and joyful smile that Ianto wished he could see more often. It definitely made wearing the evil pyjamas worth it. Anything was worth it when Jack smiled like that, not that he was planning on telling Jack that.
Jack move closer and cupped Ianto’s hip with his hand, feeling the soft material and the skin that was visible between the top and the trousers. “You look…”
“If the next word out of you mouth is ‘cute’, then you’re in trouble,” interrupted Ianto.
Jack smiled into Ianto’s eyes and Ianto felt himself melt a bit. “… adorable,” continued Jack. “Darling, gorgeous…” he leaned into Ianto’s ear and whispered, “sexy.”
Ianto shuddered as Jack’s other hand petted the material across his belly.
“Come on then,” said Ianto taking Jack’s hand in his own. “You can help me take them off.”
Title: Taleragean Plague
Rating: PG
Prompt: Jack/Nine/Rose, Sick!Jack. by taffimai
Jack sat up by the headboard sniffing pathetically. He was wrapped in a duvet and had a hot water bottle clutched to his chest. Rose stood at the doorway.
“I’m sick,” stated Jack mournfully.
“I can see that,” replied Rose smiling at him. “You have a cold.”
“No, I have some horrible alien plague. Really, it’s too late for me, save yourself!” He buried himself further into the duvet.
Rose couldn’t help but chuckle, he really was kind of adorable when he was ill. “Well if you think that’s best. I’m just a 20th century girl after all. What could I do?”
“Roosssssse.” Jack moaned. “Don’t go. I’m cold.”
“Is he still complaining?” asked the Doctor coming to stand behind Rose. “It’s just a cold.”
Jack peered at the Doctor from a tiny gap in the huddle he had made on the bed. “You don’t care. I could have taleragean plague and die.
The Doctor sighed. “There’s no such thing as taleragean plague, you just made that up.”
“You’re not going to die,” said Rose, determined expression on her face.
“My head hurts, and I can’t breathe properly, and I ache, and I’m really, really cold,” mewled Jack.
The Doctor looked over at Rose. “You think this is cute don’t you?” he asked accusingly.
Rose gave the Doctor a cheeky grin. “Like you don’t.”
The Doctor made a sound like ‘hrumppt’ in the back of his throat, but didn’t deny anything. Rose walked over to the bed. She tried to pull the duvet away from Jack but he growled at her. She laughed and somehow managed to pull the cover back enough so that she could wiggle in.
She wrapped her arms round Jack’s waist and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Better?” she asked.
“Much better,” Jack agreed with a sigh. “You’re going to catch my plague now though.”
“I’ll risk it,” chuckled Rose. “
“Still cold on the other side.” Jack looked up at the Doctor pitifully.
The Doctor folded his arms across his chest. “I’m not getting into bed with you Jack. I don’t want your plague.”
“I thought you said he made it up,” said Rose eyes dancing.
“It’s okay,” Jack mumbled into Rose’s hair. “He probably doesn’t want to come near me when I’m all icky and sick.”
Rose glared at the Doctor over Jack’s head. “Oh for crying out loud!” exclaimed the Doctor, stalking over to the bed. “Who over the age of five says ‘icky’ anyway?” He pulled the cover back sharply but was careful not to jostle Jack too much as he climbed in on the other side. It took a few minutes to arrange everyone but soon they were both wrapped around Jack. Rose’s head on Jack’s chest and the Doctors arms round his waist.
Jack felt a kiss to the top of his head. He thought it must be Rose, but then he relied that she couldn’t have reached.
“I’m sorry you’re sick Jack,” said Doctor. “You get to pick the next destination. Where shall we go?”
“Want to stay here,” murmured Jack sleepily. “Warm.”