comment_fic | Wednesday, 01/11/23- Today's Theme 'Must Include...'

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turnerwolf and today's theme is 'Must Include...'. Prompts must be a list of four words that must be included somehow in the comment fic written by the person who fills it. Please bold the words within the fill. Any words will do; fillers may adjust the word slightly- make it plural or not, change the tense, that sort of thing...

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and the fandom's full name
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If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above-mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Any, Any+/, Any- correct, expected, due, wrong
+ Any, Any+/, Any- collection, false, timid, guess
+ Any, Any+/, Any- pink, slim, joy, obtuse

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From:

drabblewriter.livejournal.com

Any, any - comfort, gently, softly, tenderness

From:

cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

Title: Dreamlandia

Summary: Malcolm is so very open to new sensations and is thrilled to learn Dani is too.

Find the story here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/44250352) It's mildly nsfw

Edited Date: 2023-01-14 04:08 am (UTC)

From:

cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

wow! Thank you for the fill! I do not normally ship them but this was wonderful!

From:

drabblewriter.livejournal.com

Any, any - grief, tears, alone, before

From:

canonisrelative.livejournal.com

He hadn’t heard the outer door open, but he knew her by the first hesitant step she took into his office. It was dark, everyone else gone home for the night, leaving him alone with his memories. Well. Not alone anymore.

“Did you forget something, Miss Fisher?” he asked, not looking up. His voice came out quiet and steady and that in itself calmed his nerves, allowed him to hope that if she did not at once reach for the lights, his secret would remain his own.

“Jack…” she began, and he sighed as that one word dispersed his hopes like so much smoke.

With no reason to hide he lifted a hand to his eyes, scrubbing away tears and taking a long, steadying breath before looking back up. She’d come closer while he was composing himself, perching silently on his desk, her eyes keen even in the gloom of his twilit office. He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.

“It seemed to me that something about this case was troubling you,” she said, producing a handkerchief from God only knew where and offering it to him. “And now I see that I was right to be concerned.” She’d begun speaking with her usual air of nonchalance, but her voice dropped to something far more solicitous and…intimate…as she continued. “Did you know the victim?”

“The victim, no, I didn’t know him.” He turned her handkerchief over in his hands, twisting the fine fabric between his fingers before looking up at her. “But what happened to him, it – he reminded me of someone, that’s all. Someone that I… Someone I tried very hard to save.”

“Someone you knew in the war?”

“Yes.”

She leaned forward, cupping his cheek in her gloved palm for a caress that was as sweet and as needed as it was fleeting. He closed his eyes briefly as she pulled away, nodding when she asked, “You lost him to his own demons? Oh, Jack, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s all right,” he told her, trying to smile. “That is, of course it’s not all right, but it was a long time ago.”

“Grief doesn’t exactly keep to a strict schedule,” she remarked, uncrossing her legs and nudging at his calf with the pointed toe of her shoe. “Will you tell me about him, perhaps over a nightcap?”

He stood, reaching for his hat. “Perhaps another time, Miss Fisher. It’s getting late.”

“Oh, come now, Jack,” she pouted, sounding much more like herself. “A good cry and a good drink are the best medicines to treat the ghosts of our pasts. I worked as a nurse in the war, you know, so you ought to believe me.”

Helpless against his smile, helpless against her, he reached for her hand, brushing a kiss over her knuckles. “Of course, I defer to you in matters medicinal as in all else.”

“Good,” she said, eyes twinkling as she smiled at him. “I can’t promise you’ll live longer, but I guarantee you’ll enjoy yourself more than you would without my guidance.”

He squeezed her hand and released her, placing his hat on his head and turning to look around his darkened office, letting out a long breath that left him feeling lighter than he had all day, before following Phryne out the door.

From:

cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

Oh my this is wonderful

From:

canonisrelative.livejournal.com

Oh thank you so much 🙏🏻

From:

drabblewriter.livejournal.com

Any, any - slick, needy, whimper, moan

From:

cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

As Buck heads towards the bed, his legs wobble like they are made of jelly. He's dripping slick, his thighs smeared with his wetness, and leading a trail for his alpha who hungerly prowls after him. Eddie is growling and grumbling in heated pleasure, on hand rubbing at his knot that swells slightly at the base of his cock, eyes locked on Buck's tight little ass peeking out from beneath his t-shirt in the light of the bedroom.

"Please, Eddie, please!" Buck's voice breaks off on a high-pitched whine. He is so needy and desperate in his moment of heat while his stud is the embodiment of perfect control. Buck presses his face into the soft pillow, the fabric feels cool on his flushed cheek, while his hips are titled at a beautiful mounting angle, his legs spread as wide open as he can get them as his body shakes with uncontrollable tremors. He's so wet he is dripping—there is a little puddle under him as his wet hole twitches in anticipation.

Eddie growls from somewhere behind him, and the rumbles all the way down deep in his bones seconds before Eddie's tongue eagerly went to his slick hole, licking him gently, even as his hand's grip Buck's cheeks and part them to keep him spread open. The alpha kneading the firm flesh and continued to lick away at Buck's hole, tongue-lashings the wet flesh to lap up the sweet slick as if it were honey.

Buck whimpers when Eddie's tongue circles around his rim, wiggling teasingly over the twitching flesh. Eddie pauses for just a second, nosing Buck's hole where the ripe, wet scent swarms his senses. The musky aroma makes his knot throb, he cannot help but sink his teeth into the cheek and bite lightly, making Buck forcefully push his hips back and shamelessly beg, "fuck me, Eddie. Take me now!"

(End)

From:

drabblewriter.livejournal.com

Very nice, thanks!

From:

cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

any, any, page, berry, impress, equal

From:

cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

any, any, lonely, air, heart, poem

From:

templefugate.livejournal.com

Any, any, linger, dreams, empty, shattered

From:

templefugate.livejournal.com

Any, any, absinthe, insecurities, seaweed, drunks

From:

templefugate.livejournal.com

Any, any, knot, gun, derailed, disillusion

From:

cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

Any, any, coffee, tea, hot chocolate, wine

From:

bk_forever

Coffee is the fuel that keeps Torchwood running on all cylinders; without it, the team wouldn’t have the energy to do their job. In the past, it was cheap instant, or overpriced lattes and espressos from the coffee shop across the Plas, but now it’s made in-house, the most divine caffeinated beverages ever created, and the whole team has become utterly spoiled. They can never go back to instant, not by choice, and even the best and most expensive brews available at coffee emporiums pale into insignificance beside what the Coffee King provides.

Not that any of them seem to mind; Ianto has perfected blends for all occasions, drawing almost orgasmic groans of pleasure from his colleagues as they breathe in the rich aroma and take that first cautious sip when it’s really still too hot to drink. They lust after his coffee, would do almost anything to prove themselves worthy of receiving a steaming mug of liquid heaven. On those occasions when they earn themselves the dreaded cheap instant decaf, even Owen, thick-skinned, hard-hearted cynic that he is, has been known to break down in tears.

Ianto doesn’t hand out such punishment lightly, because he considers instant decaf to be a crime against the coffee gods, but when it’s merited, just as with his finest brews, he spares no effort in creating the vilest abomination possible. After all, punishments need to be memorable in order for them to be effective, or what would be the point of them? None of the team have ever made the same mistake twice.

Tea is, understandably, no substitute for an excellent cup of coffee, but it has its place, especially late at night. Because as much as Ianto and his colleagues thrive on the high levels of caffeine in their bloodstreams, they also need to sleep, with the possible exception of Jack, who’ll drink coffee at all hours, given half a chance.

At the end of a long, exhausting day, Ianto willingly brews a soothing pot of proper tea to help the team relax before wending their weary way homewards; loose leaves of course, none of those cheap teabags for Torchwood! Besides, the Doctor, on his occasional visits, expects the best, and since Ianto is in charge of such things, the best is what he gets, along with custard creams, and jammy dodgers. Ianto takes his duties very seriously.

And of course tea, especially when liberally laced with honey, is also the best thing for anyone with a cold or a sore throat, while a cup of sweet tea is excellent for shock, so it has its medicinal uses too. There is always tea in the cupboards, green as well as black, plus peppermint tea, ginger, and chamomile for treating indigestion from rushed meals, settling stomachs, and soothing nerves.

While Ianto is Torchwood’s primary beverage provider these days, he steps aside and bows down to Jack’s expertise, born of many years’ experimentation, in creating the perfect drink for the coldest, dreariest days of winter, when the team returns to the Hub chilled to the bone. Hot chocolate is definitely not just for kids, and Jack would never stoop to using mass-produced cocoa powder.

From:

bk_forever

The finest chocolate, carefully melted down and diluted with either almond or oat milk for a creamy texture or a delightful hint of nuttiness, is served in massive mugs, topped with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon, or with tiny marshmallows. Sometimes, Jack will add a splash of spirits, brandy, or whiskey. Occasionally, with Ianto’s approval and assistance, there might be a hint of finely ground roast coffee for an extra boost.

Whichever way it’s concocted, Jack’s hot chocolate is a decadent delight. If the team weren’t kept so physically active chasing Weevils, repelling invasions, and retrieving sundry objects delivered by the Rift, winter would likely see them piling on so much weight as to need new clothes. Thankfully, burning off the extra calories is never a problem.

Hot drinks are ideal for the long days at work, but on date nights, either at home or at one of Cardiff’s better restaurants, wine is the drink of choice, and although Jack has suggested occasionally that they try making their own, Ianto has thus far stood firm. Better to order a glass or two of a crisp, dry white, or a full-bodied, fruity red to accompany their meal, or to open a bottle of something they know they both enjoy, than to risk uncorking some homebrewed elderflower and finding it tastes like vinegar. Ianto respects his palate too much to sully it with something sub-par, and if that makes him a wine snob, then so be it. He has his standards, and he’s sticking to them.

Then, the morning after a date, when his head is a little fuzzy from a mild hangover and not enough sleep, because date nights inevitably end in very enjoyable physical… entertainment, Ianto heads for the kitchen to brew coffee. There really is no better way to start the day.

The End