Mycroft Brings the Best Presents
Mycroft Brings the Best Presents
Mycroft brings Greg Jack Harkness for his birthday. It’s a present for all of them.
Ianto being badass does things to me [x]
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Resting Place (1358 words) by janto321 [AO3]
Resting Place (1358 words) by janto321 [AO3]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Superwood – Fandom, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Supernatural, Torchwood
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel (Supernatural)/Jack Harkness
Characters: Castiel, Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Harkness
Additional Tags: War, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder – PTSD, Recovery, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Anal Sex, Comfort Sex, Temporary Character Death – Jack Harkness
Summary:
Fandom: Superwood – Fandom, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Supernatural, Torchwood
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel (Supernatural)/Jack Harkness
Characters: Castiel, Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Harkness
Additional Tags: War, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder – PTSD, Recovery, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Anal Sex, Comfort Sex, Temporary Character Death – Jack Harkness
Summary:
Castiel is there to tend to Jack.
Jack and Cas take a few years off of chasing bad guys and run a bar on a backwater moon. Jack sings and provides the entertainment. Cas runs the bar. And people learn very quickly not to fuck with either of them. They take care of their neighborhood and Cas adopts a bar cat. If illicit things occasionally happen in the back room, well they just better not be too awful or there’s gonna be a pissed off angel to deal with. Jack find this hilarious.
“He’ll smite you, friend,” Jack smiled at the harasser. He glanced over his shoulder at the angel glowering from the back bar. “I’ve seen it myself. Bits.” One hand encompassed the bar with a wave, “…*Everywhere.* You know what canned soup looks like?”
That wasn’t true – ‘smiting’ resulted in charred meat and smoking eyeholes, and Castiel reserved that maneuver for demons only these days. But Jack liked to embroider his stories, and his tastes ran wet and lurid.
Lol, I love this, merindab. Thank you!

























