Today I worked on a Merlin kink meme fic and now have over 700 words. It's the first time I've ever tempted to write a fic in the Merlin fandom so I'm very nervous and scared about it. It's a Arthur/Merlin fic as well which I think is also awesome since I do like the pairing. I hope to have it finish soon and post it over at kinkme_merlin  anonymously  for now ( Read more... )

The light was on in Jack’s office when I emerged from the archives. It was usual for him to disappear unnoticed from time to time. Tonight however I wondered where he had gone after our little celebration of a successful night. With everything that had happened today it was no surprise if he wanted some time to himself but I knew there was more to ( Read more... )

“Welcome to the art class.”

I smile and shake your hand. You are quite handsome as an art teacher with your untidy light brown hair, blue eyes and boyish face. The shape shifter won’t be able to resist you; he won’t doubt your acting. Then again, Alex chose you because you used to be an art teacher.

I love your navy blue short sleeve shirt and jeans ( Read more... )

“I’ve been waiting for this.”

“It’s just the news,” I pointed out, “not really that exciting.”

“Yeah but it’s us, we’re.....” he paused and shook his head, “it’s doesn’t matter.”

I smiled and lay my head on Jack’s shoulder. I was too tired to question him further, to find out those uncomfortable thoughts that were probably on his mind. Today had been ( Read more... )

 
( Italian Innuendo )

The tarot card girl always frequented at the bar down near the docks. Even if she looked about twelve, her predictions were always accurate and wise, leaving people with a creepy vibe.

“He’ll break your heart,” She told Jack one day in 1927, “He’ll leave but come back broken.”

“Peter’s strong,” Jack replied, “He knows the death wasn’t his fault.”

“ ( Read more... )

It was strange to see a pool of custard in someone’s backyard. Instinct told Jack to go round it to get to the red button placed on the other end. The gamemaster had other plans and told him to find out another way. Jack turned to Ianto.

“So what’s our move?”

“Take off your shoes?”

“What? Why?” Jack asked a little confused.

“Just trust me, you can ( Read more... )

The last time Jack was locked in a room, he ended up striking the deal with the Unit liaison he was stuck in the room with. No conflict and definitely no sex. Jack was quite disappointed but happy with the result.

Now he was locked in a room with Ianto Jones who was looking around for a secret exit. With every minute he wanted to push Ianto against ( Read more... )

One hundred and fifty, a number which represented itself in different ways from items in the archives to the number written upon a piece of paper Jack had slipped into Ianto’s pocket.

“What’s this for?” Ianto asked while Jack wrapped his arms around him.

“Nothing, it’s just a number,” Jack replied with a smile.

“Then why...”

Jack put a finger to his ( Read more... )

The smoke could be seen clearly from the hill. A fire had ravaged a home, caused by a lit cigarette fallen from a young woman’s hand into a puddle of petrol. Witnesses later described how she was angry, looking for the man who broke her heart.

Eighty years later the statements were found in a box marked private, stored in the Torchwood hub storage ( Read more... )