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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play me a song
“The problem,” Ianto says, “is that there’s just no room for a grand piano.”
Jack doesn’t lose the dreamy-eyed expression he’s currently wearing.
“I suppose an upright,” Ianto muses. “Jack?”
“Hmm,” Jack says.
“No space for a grand, Jack,” Ianto says firmly. He steers Jack away from the glass window and into the shop. “But do you want to look at the uprights?”
“But that grand is so pretty,” Jack says.
“And big,” Ianto says. “Unless you want to knock down the wall between the living room and the guest room -”
“We could!” Jack says brightly.
“It’s load-bearing,” Ianto says, “and I’d rather not bring my house down around me. Uprights ( ... )
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(and, ironically, we have an upright that we are currently rearranging our furniture around as well! :-) )
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