Happy Fics Roundup II
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eldabeHappy Fics Roundup II
So, when I'm feeling particularly down, I like to ask for prompts for no-pressure fic. It's a fun exercise, and I enjoy writing for prompts, so it all works out in the end. The first time, I organized my fics and edited them slightly before posting them here. I finally organized my fics from my second prompt call, and cross-posted them to AO3, so here's the official roundup!
***
Title: So Many Times
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Notes: Written forhab318princess who requested, "any Jack/Ianto."
Summary: It was hard to catch Jack sleeping.
Jack always fell asleep first. He woke up first as well, so if Ianto wanted to catch Jack sleeping, he had to drag his own eyelids open and twist over to see. Sometimes he had to detangle himself, slide across the bed so he could see all of Jack's face. Sometimes they were tightly packed in Jack's camp bed and Ianto had to settle for a few inches, just enough to see Jack's lips.
In a world where a solid eight hours of sleep was a luxury and coffee was as much a caffeinated necessity as an art, it was probably a stupid thing to do. Jack could run on no sleep at all, if necessary, and Ianto could hardly pretend the same.
But those precious minutes, teetering on the edge of sleep, were worth it. Ianto held the picture in his mind sometimes, on the really bad days. Exhausted, filthy, scared and sometimes alone, he could remember Jack curled up against him, warm and alive and smiling.
***
Title: We All Have Our Reasons
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Characters: Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr.
Notes: Written foranglophile09 who requested, "Something concerning Regulus Black and Barty Crouch Jr.? I'd like to see them interact, in any way."
Summary: Regulus Black and Barty Crouch Jr. were technically part of the same clubs.
Of course, you weren't supposed to know anyones name, hidden behind masks and hoods and charms. But Regulus had paid attention to Mother's genealogy lectures, and he had alway socialized with the influential and the powerful, and he could recognize the son of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement easily.
Officially, Bartemius Crouch Jr. supported his father, who was vehemently against the Dark Lord. Regulus was left to assume that unofficially, Barty had joined to support the efforts of the real wizards and witches of the pureblood community, like Regulus and his group of acquaintances and friends.
Regulus was having doubts, one day. He was in the reading room of the Dragon Club, in Central London. Another deception, the club. For gentlewizards of the upper class, it was taking in more riff-raff these days, to easily recruit them to the Death Eaters.
Regulus read the book flat open on the table, hiding the title and the spine. It was dark magic, horcruxes. Dark and...and evil, even though he didn't really know what that word meant anymore.
"Black."
Regulus jerked. Barty Jr. was silent, a black figure hidden in the deep shadows of the room.
"Crouch."
He looked excited almost, his eyes gleaming from sunken sockets, lips twitching. Regulus hesitated, not knowing if he should close the book or try to hide the pages.
"I have been promoted." Crouch said, a hoarse whisper. "To His closest and highest service."
Regulus was shocked. To be a personal assistant to the Dark Lord showed a certain craziness, a level of devotion for the truly suicidal, for those who really believed. It was with Bellatrix.
"Praise the Dark Lord," Regulus murmured, a safe and empty catchphrase. Empty to Regulus, to Thomas and William and those others who joined with Regulus one slow day after they had received their NEWT scores. But not empty to all.
"Yes," Crouch said, his hand gripping the edge of the table. "Praise the Dark Lord, and may his reign be forever lasting." He swept away, and Regulus sat for a moment, alone with the books.
Regulus looked back at the book and shivered. Forever. Two witches had been killed only this morning, both of them pureblood, but they had been been advocates for making Muggle Studies a mandatory class at Hogwarts.
Forever.
Regulus suppressed another shiver, and turned the page.
***
Title: Just Another Day for Some
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: G
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper
Notes: Written foriceshade who requested, "Jack/Ianto, one of them gets bitten by a nostravite."
Summary: Just because you know the risks of dealing with a Nostrovite doesn't mean you're always careful.
Gwen and Ianto looked at each other, then at Jack. His arm was already healing, but the look of horror on his face was frozen.
"Owen never showed my how to use the singularity scalpel." Gwen confessed, biting her lip.
Ianto grimaced. "I don't think he showed anyone."
They looked back at Jack, then all three of them looked at Jack's stomach.
"It happens overnight, you know," Gwen said.
"Yes."
Jack put both hands on his stomach, still staring.
"I would prefer not to do emergency surgery, personally." Ianto said hesitantly.
"I can call Rhys!" Gwen's hands flew in the air, gesturing. "He did that one time, not Owen. I bet he could-"
Jack's head shot up, and his arms came around himself protectively while he looked at Gwen, wide-eyed in accusation.
"I'll call Martha," Gwen offered. She pat Jack on the shoulder while she hurried past.
"I'll pull up Owen's files." Ianto said, and patted Jack on the head while he strolled toward the archives.
***
Title: You Know They Went to Cardiff Castle at Least Once
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Notes: Written forfiwen1010 who requested, "Jack/Ianto doing your favourite thing to do in Cardiff."
Summary: A rift spike in the Castle should definitely be a good excuse for an afternoon off.
"The third Marquess was still living here when I got to Cardiff," Jack said, as they strolled across the lawn.
"Not when the Roman fort was still in use, then." Ianto said quickly, to hide the jolt of shock and the slower happy feeling. Jack just offered him a limited time frame, the most precise he'd ever been about his arrival to Torchwood.
Jack laughed. "No, I never visited Wales then. But can you imagine? All those Roman running around, in leather..."
"Conquering the countryside," Ianto said dryly. "Occupying Welsh territory..."
"Leaving behind all sorts of Roman forts for future castle sites and archeological digs and tourist traps..."
Ianto had to smile at that.
They had come to the Castle to investigate a rift spike, but it was just a handful of wooden lovespoons, hand-carved and smooth with age. They had both admired the spoons, before Ianto wrapped them in a handkerchief and Jack tucked them into his greatcoat pocket. Ianto wondered if he could find a place to hang the spoons in the tourist office, instead of letting them rot away in the archives.
The SUV was still parked illegally on Castle Street, and technically they were supposed to get back to the Hub when the retrieval was completed. And Ianto was supposed to be the mature one in these situations.
But it was a rare warm day, this late in the year, and the grass around them gleamed under the full sunlight.
Ianto tugged Jack toward the keep, feeling the spoons brush faintly against his leg as Jack fell into step alongside him.
"Race you to the top?" Ianto offered, and Jack looped their arms together as their approached the stairs. They climbed to the top together.
***
Title: Before the Hearth
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Notes: Written foranalineblue who requested, "some Jack comforting Ianto after a rough day at the office... "
Summary: Jack made Ianto tea.
Jack made herbal tea, steeping it too long and over-sweetening it with too much sugar. But Jack had made tea, and brought it to the couch in mugs and put Notting Hill into the DVD player so neither of them would have to try very hard to pay attention. Jack tucked the throw from the back of the couch around them both before wrapping his arms around Ianto, who was warm and cozy and only half-aware of the film playing in the background.
They weren't ever going to talk about today, not about the horrific partially melted corpses, not about the terrifying close calls. Jack had already yelled at Ianto officially, for getting in between Jack and the acid-leaking Uoinel assassin. and Ianto had quietly accepted it. It was another shit day at Torchwood, and everyone found their own way to cope, and no one mentioned the nightmares.
Ianto cradled his mug and took a sip, the warmth sliding down his throat to rest in his belly. He was so warm, his fingers wrapped around the mug, Jack's arm across his shoulder. Sometimes you didn't have to talk about things to say them. Ianto closed his eyes and let himself sag to the side. Jack had made him tea.
***
Title: The Ones You Can Talk To
Fandom: The Outsiders
Rating: G
Characters: Ponyboy Curtis
Notes: Written forsenmut who requested, "Ponyboy, prompt of aftermath."
Summary: Ponyboy is leaving for college soon.
Ponyboy lit his cigarette, then flipped the lighter closed absently. He blew out a puff of smoke.
"Darry's still on me to quit." Ponyboy said, watching the white tendrils dissipate. He ducked his head, "I've cut down a little."
He smoked in silence for a minute, crouching in the grass.
"I'm leaving for college next week." He trailed one finger in the dirt, making circles. "Going up to OU."
"I sometimes think Darry might be jealous of me, you know? He was supposed to be the first one in the family to graduate college. But then sometimes I think I'm his success story. You know how parents will brag about their kids going to college? That's Darry. I think the whole roofing crew knows about me now."
Ponyboy shifted, and took another drag.
"I dunno, sometimes, what would've happened if you were still here. I don't know if it would have been very different, but at the same time..."
The cigarette was burning at Ponyboy's fingers now, and he stubbed it out in the grass.
"I'll visit when I come back for Thanskiving," he said, and stood up. He reached for the gravestone almost hesitantly, and faltered right before he touched it.
"Bye, Johnny," he whispered, and stuffed his hands in his pockets before walking away.
So, when I'm feeling particularly down, I like to ask for prompts for no-pressure fic. It's a fun exercise, and I enjoy writing for prompts, so it all works out in the end. The first time, I organized my fics and edited them slightly before posting them here. I finally organized my fics from my second prompt call, and cross-posted them to AO3, so here's the official roundup!
***
Title: So Many Times
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Notes: Written for
hab318princess who requested, "any Jack/Ianto."Summary: It was hard to catch Jack sleeping.
Jack always fell asleep first. He woke up first as well, so if Ianto wanted to catch Jack sleeping, he had to drag his own eyelids open and twist over to see. Sometimes he had to detangle himself, slide across the bed so he could see all of Jack's face. Sometimes they were tightly packed in Jack's camp bed and Ianto had to settle for a few inches, just enough to see Jack's lips.
In a world where a solid eight hours of sleep was a luxury and coffee was as much a caffeinated necessity as an art, it was probably a stupid thing to do. Jack could run on no sleep at all, if necessary, and Ianto could hardly pretend the same.
But those precious minutes, teetering on the edge of sleep, were worth it. Ianto held the picture in his mind sometimes, on the really bad days. Exhausted, filthy, scared and sometimes alone, he could remember Jack curled up against him, warm and alive and smiling.
***
Title: We All Have Our Reasons
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Characters: Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr.
Notes: Written for
anglophile09 who requested, "Something concerning Regulus Black and Barty Crouch Jr.? I'd like to see them interact, in any way."Summary: Regulus Black and Barty Crouch Jr. were technically part of the same clubs.
Of course, you weren't supposed to know anyones name, hidden behind masks and hoods and charms. But Regulus had paid attention to Mother's genealogy lectures, and he had alway socialized with the influential and the powerful, and he could recognize the son of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement easily.
Officially, Bartemius Crouch Jr. supported his father, who was vehemently against the Dark Lord. Regulus was left to assume that unofficially, Barty had joined to support the efforts of the real wizards and witches of the pureblood community, like Regulus and his group of acquaintances and friends.
Regulus was having doubts, one day. He was in the reading room of the Dragon Club, in Central London. Another deception, the club. For gentlewizards of the upper class, it was taking in more riff-raff these days, to easily recruit them to the Death Eaters.
Regulus read the book flat open on the table, hiding the title and the spine. It was dark magic, horcruxes. Dark and...and evil, even though he didn't really know what that word meant anymore.
"Black."
Regulus jerked. Barty Jr. was silent, a black figure hidden in the deep shadows of the room.
"Crouch."
He looked excited almost, his eyes gleaming from sunken sockets, lips twitching. Regulus hesitated, not knowing if he should close the book or try to hide the pages.
"I have been promoted." Crouch said, a hoarse whisper. "To His closest and highest service."
Regulus was shocked. To be a personal assistant to the Dark Lord showed a certain craziness, a level of devotion for the truly suicidal, for those who really believed. It was with Bellatrix.
"Praise the Dark Lord," Regulus murmured, a safe and empty catchphrase. Empty to Regulus, to Thomas and William and those others who joined with Regulus one slow day after they had received their NEWT scores. But not empty to all.
"Yes," Crouch said, his hand gripping the edge of the table. "Praise the Dark Lord, and may his reign be forever lasting." He swept away, and Regulus sat for a moment, alone with the books.
Regulus looked back at the book and shivered. Forever. Two witches had been killed only this morning, both of them pureblood, but they had been been advocates for making Muggle Studies a mandatory class at Hogwarts.
Forever.
Regulus suppressed another shiver, and turned the page.
***
Title: Just Another Day for Some
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: G
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper
Notes: Written for
iceshade who requested, "Jack/Ianto, one of them gets bitten by a nostravite."Summary: Just because you know the risks of dealing with a Nostrovite doesn't mean you're always careful.
Gwen and Ianto looked at each other, then at Jack. His arm was already healing, but the look of horror on his face was frozen.
"Owen never showed my how to use the singularity scalpel." Gwen confessed, biting her lip.
Ianto grimaced. "I don't think he showed anyone."
They looked back at Jack, then all three of them looked at Jack's stomach.
"It happens overnight, you know," Gwen said.
"Yes."
Jack put both hands on his stomach, still staring.
"I would prefer not to do emergency surgery, personally." Ianto said hesitantly.
"I can call Rhys!" Gwen's hands flew in the air, gesturing. "He did that one time, not Owen. I bet he could-"
Jack's head shot up, and his arms came around himself protectively while he looked at Gwen, wide-eyed in accusation.
"I'll call Martha," Gwen offered. She pat Jack on the shoulder while she hurried past.
"I'll pull up Owen's files." Ianto said, and patted Jack on the head while he strolled toward the archives.
***
Title: You Know They Went to Cardiff Castle at Least Once
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Notes: Written for
fiwen1010 who requested, "Jack/Ianto doing your favourite thing to do in Cardiff."Summary: A rift spike in the Castle should definitely be a good excuse for an afternoon off.
"The third Marquess was still living here when I got to Cardiff," Jack said, as they strolled across the lawn.
"Not when the Roman fort was still in use, then." Ianto said quickly, to hide the jolt of shock and the slower happy feeling. Jack just offered him a limited time frame, the most precise he'd ever been about his arrival to Torchwood.
Jack laughed. "No, I never visited Wales then. But can you imagine? All those Roman running around, in leather..."
"Conquering the countryside," Ianto said dryly. "Occupying Welsh territory..."
"Leaving behind all sorts of Roman forts for future castle sites and archeological digs and tourist traps..."
Ianto had to smile at that.
They had come to the Castle to investigate a rift spike, but it was just a handful of wooden lovespoons, hand-carved and smooth with age. They had both admired the spoons, before Ianto wrapped them in a handkerchief and Jack tucked them into his greatcoat pocket. Ianto wondered if he could find a place to hang the spoons in the tourist office, instead of letting them rot away in the archives.
The SUV was still parked illegally on Castle Street, and technically they were supposed to get back to the Hub when the retrieval was completed. And Ianto was supposed to be the mature one in these situations.
But it was a rare warm day, this late in the year, and the grass around them gleamed under the full sunlight.
Ianto tugged Jack toward the keep, feeling the spoons brush faintly against his leg as Jack fell into step alongside him.
"Race you to the top?" Ianto offered, and Jack looped their arms together as their approached the stairs. They climbed to the top together.
***
Title: Before the Hearth
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Notes: Written for
analineblue who requested, "some Jack comforting Ianto after a rough day at the office... "Summary: Jack made Ianto tea.
Jack made herbal tea, steeping it too long and over-sweetening it with too much sugar. But Jack had made tea, and brought it to the couch in mugs and put Notting Hill into the DVD player so neither of them would have to try very hard to pay attention. Jack tucked the throw from the back of the couch around them both before wrapping his arms around Ianto, who was warm and cozy and only half-aware of the film playing in the background.
They weren't ever going to talk about today, not about the horrific partially melted corpses, not about the terrifying close calls. Jack had already yelled at Ianto officially, for getting in between Jack and the acid-leaking Uoinel assassin. and Ianto had quietly accepted it. It was another shit day at Torchwood, and everyone found their own way to cope, and no one mentioned the nightmares.
Ianto cradled his mug and took a sip, the warmth sliding down his throat to rest in his belly. He was so warm, his fingers wrapped around the mug, Jack's arm across his shoulder. Sometimes you didn't have to talk about things to say them. Ianto closed his eyes and let himself sag to the side. Jack had made him tea.
***
Title: The Ones You Can Talk To
Fandom: The Outsiders
Rating: G
Characters: Ponyboy Curtis
Notes: Written for
senmut who requested, "Ponyboy, prompt of aftermath."Summary: Ponyboy is leaving for college soon.
Ponyboy lit his cigarette, then flipped the lighter closed absently. He blew out a puff of smoke.
"Darry's still on me to quit." Ponyboy said, watching the white tendrils dissipate. He ducked his head, "I've cut down a little."
He smoked in silence for a minute, crouching in the grass.
"I'm leaving for college next week." He trailed one finger in the dirt, making circles. "Going up to OU."
"I sometimes think Darry might be jealous of me, you know? He was supposed to be the first one in the family to graduate college. But then sometimes I think I'm his success story. You know how parents will brag about their kids going to college? That's Darry. I think the whole roofing crew knows about me now."
Ponyboy shifted, and took another drag.
"I dunno, sometimes, what would've happened if you were still here. I don't know if it would have been very different, but at the same time..."
The cigarette was burning at Ponyboy's fingers now, and he stubbed it out in the grass.
"I'll visit when I come back for Thanskiving," he said, and stood up. He reached for the gravestone almost hesitantly, and faltered right before he touched it.
"Bye, Johnny," he whispered, and stuffed his hands in his pockets before walking away.
