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creepy_shetan

Star Wars, any slash or gen combo of Poe Dameron, Finn, Armitage Hux, and/or Kylo Ren [Ben Solo] (+ Phasma, Rey, and/or Rose Tico), they cannot believe what they're seeing

Edited Date: 2025-05-10 12:24 pm (UTC)

any sci-fi fandom, any + any cute/harmless alien wildlife, someone making or having a toy or model figure of the alien creature

author's choice, any (+/ any), a rainy day off spent at home

cozy_coffee

Any, any, what if the Easter Bunny was really real?

badly_knitted

Ianto Jones could only roll his eyes. “You remember last Christmas, when you introduced me to Santa Claus?”

“How could I forget? You acted like a fanboy!”

“I did not!” Ianto frowned at his husband. “I thought I handled things in a very mature fashion.”

“You asked for his autograph.”

“Of course I did. Who wouldn’t? I wanted a tangible reminder, so I could be sure I wasn’t just having a weird dream. Anyway, that’s beside the point.”

“O-kay… What exactly IS the point?”

Turning to Jack, arms folded over his chest, Ianto glared at his fellow immortal. “Just that when I met Santa would have been the perfect moment for you to tell me about…” He nodded in the direction of their current guest. “This.”

‘This’ happened to be a six-foot-tall white rabbit, whose name was NOT, as it turned out, Harvey. He was also not a Pooka, which probably should have been self-evident, but Ianto had still asked, just in case. When it came to Torchwood, you could never be too sure of… Well, anything. Especially things you thought didn’t exist but apparently did. Ianto was starting to wonder if vampires and werewolves might be less mythical than he’d always assumed, but he ruthlessly shoved that thought out if his head. It was too disturbing to contemplate, especially under current circumstances.

Jack looked at Ianto in astonishment. “You mean to tell me you didn’t know the Easter Bunny is real?”

“Of course I didn’t know, Jack! He’s just something parents tell their kids to explain where all the chocolate eggs come from at Easter.” Wincing, Ianto glanced over at the rabbit. “No offence meant.”

“None taken.” The rabbit casually scratched behind one three-foot-long ear with a hind paw. The ears, incidentally, were not included in the rabbit’s overall height. They just added to it, making him an even more imposing, if impossibly fluffy, figure.

“I suppose you get this a lot.”

“No, not really. I mean, normally people can’t see me, it’s just, the Rift seems to be disrupting my perception filter. That’s actually why I’m here; it’s a devil of a job delivering all the eggs at the best of times, there are more kids every year, and the delivery window is somewhat restrictive, but when people can see me…” He sighed, shaking his head. “I actually had a farmer taking potshots at me earlier, he thought I was raiding his cabbage patch. Can you imagine? As if I’d eat cabbages. Ugh!” He sipped the coffee Ianto had made for him and bit into a chocolate egg. “Cabbages might be good for roughage, but they do nothing for my energy levels. And believe me, I need a lot of energy for this gig.”

“I can only imagine.”

“Not to worry, Mike,” Jack assured the rabbit. “I’ll have this fixed before you know it. You just kick back and relax.”

Yes, the Easter Bunny’s name was Mike; how was that for a trip? Ianto’s mind was appropriately boggled.

“Thanks, Jack. Knew I could count on my old mate. We should hook up again sometime.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Ianto trailed after his husband as Jack went to get the small toolkit from his desk drawer.

“Hook up AGAIN?” he hissed. “Please, tell me you didn’t!”

“What? It was a long time ago, before I ever met you.”

“But… The Easter Bunny!”

“Well,” Jack grinned. “You know what they say, nothing shags like a bunny!”

Slumping into a chair, Ianto let his head drop onto Jack’s desk. He might never recover from this encounter.

The End