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merindab replied to your post: “If you were a fictional character you’d be Captain John Hart. I can’t help but like you even when you bring chaos and mayhem in your wake. …Who am I kidding, I like the chaos and the mayhem.”:Can I be the Ianto to your John and jazz’s Jack?I can only assume you’re asking for a threesome.
Aww, that’s sweet! I guess I’m also a little older so there’s that too 🙂
Thank you!
So yeah, a certain couple of you guys made me want to write sharkstiel porn, so here you go:
New Year’s Eve – Jack wants Sam and Castiel inside him to ring in the new year.
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hey hadn’t made it to midnight. Of course, that was bound to happen when the drinking started sometime in the late afternoon and had quickly graduated from beer to harder things. Also watching Jack Harkness try to drink Castiel under the table was enough to end up with Dean passed out in a chair in the corner, bottle still held loosely in his hand while Sam perched in Jack’s lap kissing him sloppily.
Sam came up for air to tug at Castiel’s hand. “He’ll be fine. Why don’t you come over here,” he giggled a bit and grabbed at his ass.
Jack nibbled at Sam’s neck. “I know something we could do.”
Sam grinned. “Whatever it is, Jack, I bet it’s filthy.”
“You twenty-first century humans,” smiling ruined the effect as Jack rolled his eyes. He deposited Sam on the floor and wrapped his arms around Castiel’s waist. “I want both you and Sam inside of me.”
Castiel looked at him and frowned. "Sam is statistically larger than average. I am uncertain this is wise.“
Jack gave him a grin. "Believe me angel-baby, I’m quite capable of taking both of you.”
I wrote a jack/cas story. This one takes place in the far future, because why not? And it might be multi-chapter, the potential is there.
4173 – Far in the future, Jack Harkness is still trying to fight for what is right. Castiel comes at the right time.
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This is such a non sequitur, I’m so sorry – but I was thrilled to see a Judoon was part of Jack’s team. Because now I’m trying to imagine him barking out orders in Judoon… maybe the entire team spoke Judoon just because their teammate couldn’t physically make the mouth gestures necessary for Common tongue, and they all needed to be able to understand the orders simultaneously.
I need to knoooow. *grabbyhands*
*makes more flaily gestures in direction of fic*
I..hadn’t actually thought about that. Then again, they made Tennant speak judoon because it made his scottish accent come out, maybe it does the same thing to Jack (because barrowman) so whenever he says something in judoon everyone just cocks their heads at the sudden accent.
I kind of want to call Sam/Jack/Cas Sharkstiel. Poor Sam only gets one letter, but it conjures up quite the mental image of blood and mayhem.
I mean, imagine that conversation:
“So what do you ship?”
“I ship Sharkstiel.” [ dramatic electric guitar chord ]
I also approve of this ship name and might have to start using it in every day conversation.
Also, don’t forget, barrowman was totally in Shark Attack 3, with that immortal line..
I wrote a jack/cas story. This one takes place in the far future, because why not? And it might be multi-chapter, the potential is there.
4173 – Far in the future, Jack Harkness is still trying to fight for what is right. Castiel comes at the right time.
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Captain Jack Harkness glanced at his team. Three humans,a Cheem and a Judoon. With a gesture they moved into place and with a final signal they attacked. It took all of three seconds to realize it was a trap. “Fall back,” he yelled, trying to buy time as the demons swarmed. But the exit was blocked and while they fought desperately, Jack saw each of his team fall one by one. When the last one was dead, Jack reached into his coat and pulled out a bomb. He grinned and pressed the button as the demon fighting him tried to call for retreat. Then it went off.
When Jack woke he was in agony and alone. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to keep in the screams. It wouldn’t do any good anyway. Suddenly there were faint footsteps among the corpses. He forced his eyes open and looked up into deep blue eyes.
I wrote a christmas smut Superwood fic for Jazzforthecaptain. Jack/Castiel:
Christmas Eve 1945 – Jack’s spending Christmas Eve alone, until Castiel comes to him.
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Sometimes Jack lost track of how many times he’d been alive in 1945. This time he was in a bar somewhere in northern Maine. It was one place he was fairly certain he wouldn’t run into himself. The bar was quiet, some Christmas music playing low on the radio. The tree in the corner couldn’t quite cover the smell of loneliness and beer.
The door opened, letting in an icy blast of air that made the handful of patrons curl tighter around their drinks. Only the most desperate would be here on Christmas Eve, after all.
A warm, but familiar hand landed on Jack’s shoulder. He hardly dared hope as he turned around and looked into deep blue eyes. “Cas,” he breathed. Before he could even think, he was pulling the angel in for a kiss, warm tongue pressing past cool lips, hands full of cold trenchcoat.
Someone coughed. There was a rush of wind and when Jack came up for air he found they were in a cozy cabin. He chuckled. “I suppose there are some advantages to being an angel.”
