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Quick little janto pwp fic:

Ready For You – Ianto is waiting when Jack gets back a little late.

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Jack and the team had been out all day, all except Ianto. Not that he minded taking care of things back at the Hub. At least he could get more work done. Still, he listened in on the chatter and heard that things had gone well for once. Jack sent everyone home and said he’d back at the Hub in fifteen. Plenty of time for Ianto to put his plan in motion. He hit the stopwatch and headed for Jack’s office.

The door was noisy, but Ianto barely paused, smiling a bit as he hit the button on the stopwatch. Seventeen minutes. Jack walked through the hub, not making any effort to be quiet, perhaps wondering where his last coffee of the day was. If those were his thoughts he stopped dead in the doorway at the sight of Ianto, one leg hitched up, slowly fucking himself with one of their dildos. His trousers and pants were off, but he’d left on his shirt, tie and suitcoat, as well as his shoes and socks.

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I was going to write more on this, but I’ve just been to sick to focus on much. So for fanwork friday, a HS AU:

Sam sighed as he trudged up the steps. New high school, more people that would just call him a freak. Dean walked just ahead of him and reached for the door. It opened suddenly and a broad, dark haired, blue eyed young man in a letterman jacket that looked about Dean’s age all but burst out the door. “Hello there,” he smiled, glancing at Dean before fixing on Sam in a way that made the freshman shiver. “Jack Harkness, and who are you?” He stuck out his hand

“Sam…Sam Winchester.” Sam shook, still a bit stunned. Dean put himself in between his brother and Jack before Sam could take his hand.

“And I’m Dean.”

“Glad to meet you both,” Jack said smoothly, guiding them inside. “Heard we were getting some new students, let me show you around.”

Dean extracted himself. “I’m fine, come on Sam.”

Sam looked between them. “Might be interesting.”

“Can always use more guys trying out for the football team,” said Jack, smiling at Dean.

“Yeah, I don’t play well with others.” He reached for Sam’s arm.

Sam shook him off. “I’m fine, What were you going to show me, Jack?”

“Oh I could show you lots of things,” he winked at Sam and pulled him away while Dean was still sputtering.

Sam followed Jack down the hall. He seemed to know everyone and everyone gave Jack a genuine smile. For the first time in a long time he started to feel like maybe he had a chance at a school. They walked by an open door and there was a teacher standing in front of the class. “Physics. Physsssics, Physics…” Jack chuckled. fondly “That’s the Doctor.”

“Doctor Who?”

“Just the Doctor.”

Sam was confused. “Okay.”

They came around the corner and found Dean talking to another dark haired, blue eyed guy. “I see you’ve met Castiel,” grinned Jack. Castiel adjusted his glasses and his books. “Morning Jack.”

“And good morning to you,” grinned Jack. Sam could see Dean’s hackles were raised. Jack saw a couple girls walking down the hall. “Donna, Martha, couple new kids, Dean and Sam Winchester”

“Nice to meet you.” said Martha. Donna gave Jack a smile, he gave her a wink back.

“Girlfriend?” asked Sam.

“Naw,” said Jack. He nodded at a man in a suit. “Assistant Principle Mycroft  Holmes . He keeps a close eye on things. Rumor has it he’s either psychic or just has sources everywhere. That’s his brother, Sherlock.” The slender man was walking down the hall with a short blonde. “And that’s John, he’s on the football team too. Everyone thinks they should just get together already,” Jack chuckled and waved back as John spotted him, hurrying in Sherlock’s wake.

“What’s your first class?”

Sam pulled out his schedule. “Uh, biology.”

Jack looked over his shoulder. “John, Martha and Owen are in that class, they’ll take care of you. Don’t worry about Owen, he’s always cranky, especially first period.” He walked Sam to  the door and caught John walking in. “John, this is Sam, he’s new.”

John gave a smile. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the others. See you at lunch, Jack.”

**

Sam walked into the lunchroom later on a bit nervous all over again. Jack came in behind him. “How are classes going?”

“Fine, so far.”

“Good, good,” Jack got in line behind him and then steered him over to a table stuffed full of people. Somehow they still found room. Jack pulled out a sucker and tossed to someone walking by. “Gabriel, one of Castiel’s brothers.” Gabriel gave Jack a grin and nod before sitting at nearby table.

“Where’s Rose?” asked Jack looking around.

“Talking to Dean Winchester,” said Gwen, gesturing over.

Jack rolled his eyes. “Not a chance.”

“Dean can be pretty persuasive sometimes with girls,” admitted Sam.

“Well I’m sure Rose can take care of herself,” said Jack, digging into his lunch. The table chatter picked up, everyone treating Sam like he’d been there all along.

**

“That Jack Harkness is full of himself,” groused Dean as Sam met him outside of school.

“Seems nice to me,” Sam shrugged. “They all do.”

“Buncha jocks, think a football jacket is all there is to life. They’ve got no idea.”

“Well I’d like to go to college,” admitted Sam.

Dean stopped and looked at him. “Really?”

Sam shrugged and stuffed his hands in his coat. “Don’t tell Dad.”

“I won’t.” They started walking back to the apartment they were staying at in silence.

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A quick little fic, stitchlock’s fault

Too Much Glitter – At a gay strip club for a case, John gets an unexpected lap dance.

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John blinked up at the sign as Sherlock headed into the building. “Uh, Sherlock, this is…”

“I know,” Sherlock ignored the men dancing on the stage and looked around. He pushed John into a seat. “Wait here.” Before he could protest Sherlock was off in a swirl of coat.

John got a drink and tried not to look around too much. The young men on stage were certainly….athletic. Yes, that was a good word for it. He took an offered drink and threw back most of it.

One of the aforementioned young men walked up to him. John couldn’t help but notice he was wearing quite a bit of glitter…and little else.. Before John could protest he was straddling his lap, grinding against him.

“What…?” John finally got out, unsure where to put his hands.

“This one’s on the house, Daddy.”

John sat straight up at that. “Now wait, I’m certainly not old enough to be…”

The stripper put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back. “Just enjoy the ride,” he smiled,  moving just so.

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This isn’t my normal style, but I’ve had the first paragraph tucked away for a while and I decided to do something with it: Short, so I’ll just post here and under the cut, but it’s also on AO3.

Spring – John must decide what to do now.

Running with him was high Summer. Children playing in the grass, darkness only a distant threat. But then came the Fall, chill wind tearing away the leaves that sheltered us in our games. After that, the long Winter, walking cold and alone with Summer the most distant dream. But now he is here again, in the hopeful Spring.

Birds return and grass reaches for the sun, but the flowers are wary of the late frost stealing in with frozen fingers to pinch away the new blossoms; new life ending before it has a chance to begin.

Crouching in the Spring-bright grass, I part the leaves to reveal the delicate blossom. A bee buzzes by my ear. They always remind me of him, so focused on their work. The bee moves on and I let the grass fall back, looking out across the park. He would know the type of flower, it’s uses, medicinal and sinister. I know only that it is young and fair and that the bee is pleased with its nectar.

This place was truly where our paths crossed. A chance meeting, two cups of coffee, and my world spun upside down. I take a breath and move towards the bench, empty today under the warm blue sky, just touched by a chill wind still whispering of winter. I zip my jacket up a little more and watch the passers by.

“John.” His voice behind me. Of course he would know I came here, probably knew what the wind meant and what that lady with the outrageous purple trainers was carrying in her bag.

“Sherlock.” I move over slightly, making room for the bulky coat, the immense personality. To my surprise he feels smaller than I remember, as if time and distance have shrunk him.

“This is where Mike sat,” he says, with certainty.

I nod, and another bee goes by. My hand is on the bench and he places his own a hairsbreadth away. This is my choice, my decision, and he will honor it no matter what I choose. With a cautious breath I slide my fingers over so we are just touching. His hands are so much larger than mine, and today they are not wearing gloves.

With trepidation, he caresses my pinky finger, then the finger where today my ring no longer sits. He stops then and looks down out our hands, mouth forming a perfect, silent ‘oh’.

He raises his gaze and meets mine. The eyes go soft, teeth worrying his lip, uncertain. I however, am not uncertain. I lean forward and capture his lips in mine. His hand clenches around my own, swallowing my fist in his grip. Then he is clutching my jacket with his other hand as if I am a lifeboat and he is a drowning man; perhaps he is and I am.

I pull away, only to stand. He still looks stunned, as if I am a prize he never thought he could win. I offer him my hand. The wind rustles his hair as he takes it with wonder, as if I will vanish before his eyes. With a smile I keep his hand in mine as we stroll from the park, out of reach of the killing frost, leaving winter behind.

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And being home sick today, looks like I wrote another one:

While Baby Sleeps – John and Sherlock catch a few moments together while the baby is asleep.

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John very quietly closed the door. “There; she’s finally asleep,” he said quietly, turning. He started as Sherlock was standing directly behind him, robe open to reveal his favorite pair of lace panties and hungry gleam in his eyes. “Sherlock?”

Reaching out, Sherlock took his hand and lead him away from the door, back towards the front room. He shrugged off the robe and let it drop to the floor, slipping to his knees. “You’ve been working too hard since the baby came.”

“Babies tend to take a lot of work,” said John, smiling fondly as he ran a hand through Sherlock’s curls.

Sherlock put his hands on John’s thighs. “She’s asleep now, yes?”

“Soundly.”

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Wrote an angsty johnstrade this morning:

A Moment’s Respite – Lost after Sherlock’s suicide, John takes refuge for a night with Greg Lestrade.

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It had been nearly a year since Sherlock had jumped and things weren’t any easier. John moved through his days, did what he had to do, but it was like part of him was gone forever and the sun had gone out.

So when Greg asked him out for drinks, his first thought was to turn him down, but figuring he had nothing else to lose, he met the DI at a pub. Greg steered the conversation away from painful subjects for the first few pints and for the first time in a long while, John started to really relax.

A few pints after that, John became aware of Greg’s hand on his knee. He smiled at him. “This wasn’t all a ploy to take advantage, was it?”

Greg pulled his hand back. “Certainly not…I’m just worried about you.”

John grabbed his hand and put it on his own thigh. “I’m okay with this. I…haven’t been with anyone, since…”

Squeezing, Greg leaned forward. “We are both drunk.”

“I don’t care. Your place?”

“My cars parked ‘round back. I’m no shape to drive, though.” Greg watched him.

“So like teenagers then, fine by me.” John got up unsteadily and led the way out

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Little fic, mostly stitchlock’s idea

Comparing Notes – With Mycroft and Sherlock out of town, Greg and John compare notes over a few pints.

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John knocked and stepped into Greg’s office. “Here’s that paperwork you’ve been looking for.”

Greg rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Do I even want to know how old it is?”

“It’s been around the flat a while, yeah,” John smiled. “But with Sherlock gone for the weekend I finally dug it up.”

“Yeah, I understand. Want to get a pint?”

John chuckled. “Since our Holmes’s are out of town?”

Greg rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re not supposed to know about that.”

“Yeah, well, I won’t go broadcasting it. Come on, let’s get that pint.”

Grabbing his coat, Greg led the way out. Before long they were at a pub not too close to the Met. They started off talking about work and cases but by the third round the conversation had turned to the Holmes brothers:

“So I walked in, and there’s Sherlock, starkers, with a couple eyeballs on the table and he’s trying to tell me it’s all an experiment. I asked him if nudity was really part of the lab safety manual.”

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John guarded Sherlock’s days; Sherlock guarded John’s nights.

Tandem by Janto321

One of my favorite lines I’ve written.

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Fanwork Friday this week is career change, with the idea of putting them into another ‘verse. awabubbles convinced me to do a superwood in Firefly, and something—tookish had the brilliant idea of making John Hart my Jayne:

“I have had nothing but trouble since you two came…