I tossed some of my ficlets up on AO3 in a series.
Captain Jack Harkness/Captain John Hart; “You forgot to say the magic word.”
Jack tugged on the handcuffs. “Come on,” he growled.
“You forgot to say the magic word.” John grinned at him, twirling the key at him. It figured John Hart would always bring trouble.
“I’m not saying that,” Jack tugged again even though it wouldn’t work.
“I can just leave you here you know.” John looked like the cat that got the cream. Which wasn’t too far off from the truth, now that Jack thought about it.
Huffing and rolling his eyes, Jack mumbled.
“What was that? Speak up Jackie Boy.”
Jack took another breath. “Please let me out of these handcuffs so I can throttle you.”
“Oh now, that’s not going to encourage me to let you go.” John waved the key at him.
“I thought you liked a little breathplay,” Jack couldn’t help but smile at him.
John looked like he was thinking about it a bit. “Ask me again.”
Jack met his eyes. “Please let me loose.”
John licked his lips and reached around to do so. As soon as he had a hand free, Jack swung, punching him across the cheek and grabbing the key to free his other hand. John stumbled back, grinned, and tackled him.
harkstiel; “This one’s on me.”
“This one’s on me.” Jack raised his head at the familiar voice. Castiel set the drink in front of him and took a seat.
Jack gave him a tired smile and sipped it. “What are you doing out here?”
Instead of answering, Castiel reached across and took his free hand, watching his face.
Looking away, Jack kept drinking until it was gone. “I had to,” he said quietly. “If I hadn’t, a lot more people would have died.”
“I didn’t come here to judge you,” said Castiel gently, squeezing his hand.
Jack finally dragged his eyes back to the angel. “I know, and I’m grateful.”
Watching him, Castiel leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. Jack smiled and kissed him back, a little less chastely.
Have you seen the…? Oh. Stucky if you’re still doing it.
“Have you seen the….? Oh.” Steve stopped as he walked into the room and saw Bucky had his shirt off. He blushed and reached for it, but Steve quickly crossed the room. He could see where the metal arm was attached to the rest of his body, angry old scar tissue along the line.
“I know, it’s ugly,” said Bucky quietly.
“No it’s not. It’s part of you, and you aren’t ugly at all.” Steve tilted his chin and kissed him. They’d been moving forward together cautiously, but hadn’t really progressed past kissing and a little bit of touching.
Pulling away, Bucky looked up at him searching his face. “You got a body like a Greek God, and I got this thing.”
“And it’s fine, Bucky, it really is.” Steve sat next to him and took the metal hand in his.
Bucky flinched a little, but took a breath and leaned against his shoulder. Steve kissed the top of his forehead. He would take all the time Bucky needed.
if youre still doing the ficlet thing… “are you flirting with me?” johnlock please!
John and Sherlock were in a bookstore. Sherlock had stepped away for a few minutes to check some things, leaving John to pretend to peruse the children’s literature section. “Are you looking for anything in particular?” The man was taller than John and slender. He smiled warmly. “For your kids?”
“Oh no, I’m not married,” said John. “I, uh, have….a….niece,” he lied badly.
The man smiled at him.
John blinked. “Hold on, are you flirting with me?”
The man took a step closer. “Is that problem?”
John’s hand formed a fist. “I’m not gay.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing him. “You mean you and that other fellow…?”
“No,” said John shortly, turning and stalking away.
He caught Sherlock coming out of the back. “Did you find what you’re looking for?” he hissed.
“Yes.” He patted his coat, then took another look at his doctor.
“Don’t say anything, let’s just go.”
Sherlock gave the smallest of smiles and led the way out. John had the distinct feeling he knew exactly what had just happened. He shoved his hands in his pockets and followed the detective out.
This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” Captain Jack with anyone you’d like.
“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind…” The Doctor looked around the busy bar, full of all sorts of species. “I said I wanted to talk with you privately.”
“And not on the tardis,” said Jack, guiding him into a seat. “Nothing more private than a crowd.”
The Doctor ordered a banana daquri and looked at Jack. “I need your help.”
“Anytime, you know that.” Jack briefly wondered if he should have ordered a stronger drink.
Quickly and quietly, the Doctor sketched out his plan, gesturing on the table with his fingers. Jack smiled. He might well get killed, a few times. But that just made him the man for the job.
He caught the Doctor’s hand. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, feeling that hand in his own. Remembering.
The Doctor’s face softened. “We’ll meet again, I am sure of it.”
“Well you know, Doc, I’m sticking around for a while.” He brought the hand to his lips and kissed it.
The Doctor finished his drink and took his hand back. Jack watched him go before getting up to follow his orders.
“Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” Steve/Bucky
“Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” Bucky looked down at his shoes.
Steve got up and crossed the room, sitting next to him. “This doesn’t change anything. It’s always been me and you, right down the line.”
Bucky raised his head and looking into Steve’s steady blue eyes. Cautiously he touched Steve’s hand. He started to jerk it back; it was his left, after all.
Steve wrapped his hand around Bucky’s, never dropping his gaze. “When I woke up here, I never thought I’d find anyone I could really be with. I wish you hadn’t gone through all of that, I wish things were different, and better. But I’m here, Bucky.” Reaching out he brushed a strand of long hair from his face. “And I feel the exact same way.”
Johnlock; “Please stay”
“Please stay.” Sherlock blinked and looked back at John. He looked small, there in the hospital bed.
“I’m sure Mary will be along shortly.”
John shook his head. “I want you to stay.”
Sherlock looked at him, weighing his options. Finally he crossed the room and took a seat. John reached out and fingered the familiar coat. “After you jumped…I kept your coat. I…used to sleep in it sometimes.”
There was nothing Sherlock could say to that. Instead he reached out and touched John’s hand, tracing the knuckles. The hands that healed, or killed. But could he heal this?
John placed his other hand over Sherlock’s, stilling him. Looking up, Sherlock met his eyes, heart skipping. John said nothing, just gave him a smile. And that was all he needed for the world to be right.
Johnlock+”can we pretend I didn’t just say that?”
“Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” John was blushing from his hair probably down to his toes.
Sherlock leaned closer carefully, as if examining an easily frightened animal. “Say it again, John.”
John looked up into John’s eyes. Instead of repeating what he’d said, he grabbed the detective and pulled him into a kiss. Who needed words when actions would do just fine.
They came up for air and Sherlock stared at him, smiling softly. “Say it,” he repeated.
John rolled his eyes and pushed Sherlock into his chair. “You heard me perfectly well.”
Sherlock reached up and grabbed John’s hips, pulling him into his lap. Holding him tightly, his breath was hot against John’s ear. “I love you too.”
“If there’s one thing the world needs more of…” or “Please stay.” Johnlock please and thanks!
“If there’s one thing the world needs more of,” growled John, “It’s Sherlock Holmes being a barmy, arrogant, git!”
Sherlock regarded him evenly. “It’s perfectly safe. I’ve planned for every eventuality.”
“You are talking about climbing a building, breaking in, getting what you need, and getting out, all within twenty minutes. Never minding their security system or anything else that might stand in your way.”
“If you don’t want to go, John, you know I won’t make you.” Sherlock was already removing his coat and making sure his tools were in his pocket.
John took a deep breath, then another. “I’m not letting you go alone, you know that.”
Sherlock gave him a tiny smile. “Get the rope then. If this works well, we may get it done in fifteen.”