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[munnin]

Fifty word prompts – Torchwood/Doctor Who.

Attention, Jack/PC Andy, PG for itsjustc
Now, Ten/Jack/Master, NC-17 for itsjustc
Believe, Jack/Adam, PC-17 for itjustc
Eye, Jack/Ianto, PG for oxymoronic
Change, Doctor/companion. PG for mladshaya_voran
Thousand, Ten/Jack/Master, NC-17 for itsjustc

 

 

Attention, Jack/PC Andy, PG for itsjustc

Andy growled under his breath as Gwen flounced away. She always did this, just used him to get what she wanted and then tossed him like last night's chip wrapper. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and wondered across the square, hoping he had time for a cuppa before anyone at the station noticed he was missing. 

As he clutched at his paper cup, staring across the bay he muttered to himself. “Is it too much to ask for just a little more attention? I hand that lot all the spooky do’s and what do I get?”

“Our undying gratitude.” A voice behind him whispered. Andy had to fight not to spill his tea all down his front as Jack’s arms threaded around his waist. “If it’s attention you want...” Jack purred, easing a hand inside Andy’s jacket. “I promise you’ll get it.”

Now, Ten/Jack/Master, NC-17 for itsjustc

Jack arched against the ties, feeling the silk tighten around his wrists and ankles. He ached all over, every muscle straining, his skin oversensitive and burning as they pushed him closer and closer to the edge, always managing to hold him back at the last minute. It’s been hours now that they’d been doing this – winding him up and easing him back; teasing till Jack was hoarse with begging. 

“Please Doctor! Oh god please.” He whimpered as the Doctor pressed soft kisses down his throat, soothing the dark red marks the Master had left. 

“No point appealing to him.” The Master chuckled, the vibrations making Jack squirm as they were breathed over the sensitive patch on his lower back. “He’s more sadistic that I am when it comes to this sort of thing. I should know.”

The Doctor swatted the Master’s backside, eliciting a ragged little gasp from the other Time Lord.

When they finally gave into to his pleases, letting him come screaming, sandwiched between their hot bodies, Jack’s last coherent thought before passing out was Two Time Lords are better than one.


Believe, Jack/Adam, PC-17 for itjustc

“I can make you believe anything Jack. Anything I want.”

Jack pinned Adam to the wall, his hand around the younger man’s throat. “Stay out of my head you little bastard! Stay out of my memories!”

Adam squirmed, fighting for air as he brushed his leg down the inside of Jack's thigh. “But you love me Jack. You would never hurt me.”

Jack growled, pushing Adam harder against the stone and kissing his, rough and deep. As he loosed his grip, grinding the young man against the wall, their bodies pressed together, Jack wondered what he had left to believe in. 


Eye, Jack/Ianto, PG for oxymoronic

Jack was covered in dust, his coat torn in a dozen places. His face was sticky with blood though the skin beneath it had healed. His boots trailed mud and filth as he limped though the cog door and into the hub.

But there stood Ianto, immaculate in his dove grey suit, a fresh coffee in on hand and a change of clothes in the other.

“You Ianto Jones.” Jack grinned, “Are a sight for sore eyes!”

“I do my best sir.” Ianto replied, smiling coyly. “I take it your weevil hunt did not go well.” 

Jack glanced down at his own dishevelled appearance. “Depends on your definition of well...”

“Successfully bagging a weevil without being mauled to death would be one definition.”

Jack grinned again, trying to be charming despite the fact he knew how much Ianto hated knowing he’d died while he was out. “Well...by that definition? No, not so much. I did find some very interesting dirt though.”

Ianto glanced at the mudded footprints that marred his otherwise pristine hub. “And will you be required assistance with that fascinating filth sir.”

The others wouldn’t be back tonight and the decontamination showers were easily big enough for two. Jack cocked his head at his lover. “Only if we can play naked hide and seek after.”


Change, Doctor/companion. PG for mladshaya_voran

Smoke poured through the decking as the Tardis shuddered, the console room aflame as she peeked around the corner of the door.

He was on the floor, his face turned away from her. For a moment she panicked, he wasn’t moving...or breathing. All of a sudden he heaved a deep breath, his whole body convulsing. From here she couldn’t make out his face but other things were different – his suit hung loosely on his frame, his left shoe kicked off as he thrashed.  

“Doctor? Doctor are you ok?” she called, wincing as he dragged in air. He made her promise to stay away, stay safe in the maze of the Tardis till he came for her – a promise she couldn’t, in good conscience keep. He was in pain, his blood still wet on her clothes.

“Thought I told you...” He coughed, curling in on himself as the pain of change ripped though him. His voice was different, deeper than before, a little rougher too.  

“I know but...” She crossed the floor cautiously towards him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I couldn’t leave you. Not like this.”

He let her pull him onto his back, smiling up at her with his new face. “So? Am I ginger yet?”


Thousand, Ten/Jack/Master, NC-17 for itsjustc

The Master killed Jack thousands of times during the year that never was. In thousands of creative and messy ways but one particular way was his favourite.

He’d let the Doctor free, not completely but just enough so he could sneak off and find Jack. 

And the Master would always be waiting, there at Jack’s back, both his cock and his knife buried deep enough in the freak to make him whimper. 

The Master would wait, so patiently, till the Doctor’s eyes met Jack’s. He’d watch the wordless conversation that passed between them, the reassurance the Doctor tried to give his hapless companion just before the Master slit the freak’s throat.

It was worth it for that moment when the light in the Doctor’s eyes faded, till he looked away, waiting for the Master’s guards to drag him back to his cage. 

They would never admit it when the year was over and had never been but the Master knew they would never be able to touch each other without thinking of him.

Comments

[edzel2.livejournal.com]

Wow, these are great! Master-fic (in almost any shape or form) is my Thing, but I loved all of them. They're so good that I almost hate to mention it but I did spot a few typo's:

Attention: "last night chip wrapper" s/be 'last night's'

Now: "closer and closer to edge" - you're missing a 'the'

Believe: " brushed his leg down the inside of Jack thigh" s/be 'Jack's thigh'

Eye: "“Depends of your definition of well...” ' s/be 'Depends on'

Hope you'll write more like this, except maybe longer? lol

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the editorial assistance and I’m glad you liked them.

Longer would be fun but by the time I finished the prompt board I’d written over sixty fics of varying lengths for eight different fandoms. Any longer and I think I’d go mad. But if I do I promise to post them.

Thanks again for commenting

[pirate4evrnavy2.livejournal.com]

Omg!! Please, please! Tell me you'll write more Andy/Jack? Please! I've been dying to see more of this parring!

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

I must admit it was a pairing that wouldn’t have occurred to me if it wasn’t for C’s prompts but I could see how fun they would be together. If I do write more I promise to let you know.