Friday - Aftermath

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Welcome to a fabulous Friday! I'm jaune_chat, and I've really enjoyed hosting this week! After all we've gone through, I'd like to wrap it up with today's theme of Aftermath. After the dust settles, the fight is done, the sun rises on the morning after, or the curtain falls, what happens next?

Please do not forget the rules:
No more than three prompts to a fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If one of your prompts is filled, you may prompt again
If your prompt or fill contains spoilers, please warn for the fandom and leave a space.

Remember to be nice to the codemonkeys and format your prompts thusly!
Fandom, Character, prompt

Example
Harry Potter, Dudley, he couldn't help but wonder what had become of his cousin (post Deathly Hallows)
X-Men: First Class, Mystique/any, after the beach, life amongst the Brotherhood.
Heroes/Firefly, Noah Bennet + Book, (pre-series) Book tries to teach a new brother that there is something left even after the life he's led.

If nothing today catches your eye, check out the lonely prompts.

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Torchwood fill- ahh, they got there first!

[meatball42.livejournal.com]

Breaking a heart doesn't stop it.
On the fourth day Ianto decides it might be easier if it did, after spending two and a half days straight working clean-up after the mess they’re just calling ‘Abbadon,’ even though it was really more about opening the Rift. Waking up at four in the afternoon after thirteen hours of sleep with a killer headache, Ianto wastes a few minutes wishing he’d just dropped dead the moment Jack left the planet. Or the time stream. Whatever.
But life goes on. Or work goes on, at the very least, and since none of them seem to have a life anymore, maybe it’s all the same. Policing the Rift with only three field agents and having lost their expert on all things alien means more shifts, more exhaustion, more injuries, more arguments. Gwen buys sore throat lozenges, Owen buys alcohol, Tosh buys waterproof mascara and Ianto buys cigarettes.
It turns out that breaking a heart doesn’t make it stop loving either. Rhiannon shows up at his door one afternoon (four and a half hours of sleep’s not the worst he’s gotten lately, but it doesn’t do much for his comprehension) demanding to know why he didn’t call her after the ‘earthquake and natural gas mirage’ business. Ianto had been tired when he came up with that excuse.
So to avoid mourning Jack, he visits his sister’s family and starts sleeping with his colleague.
You’d think he would have learned his lesson by now.
[*]
He’s reclining on the sofa in the newly set up break room, her weight comfortably arranged over his body. His hands in her hair pull her closer and she gives a little moan into the kiss as their legs twine closer together.
She breaks away to finish buttoning up his shirt, swiping a hand across her lower lip to get rid of a lipstick smudge. Once she buttons up to his neck she looks at him with guilty eyes.
He knows what she wants to say. This was a bad idea- she has someone else, even if the relationship isn’t going the way she wants right now. Plus, whatever might have happened in the last few months, she’s not usually one for jumping into relationships.
“Don’t feel bad,” he says simply, rubbing his hand down her back with the casual intimacy of a lover.
“It’s just- so hard right now,” she tells him, still looking guilty.
“We’re Torchwood,” he says. He surprises himself by sounding wise. “We care for each other.”
She gives him a real smile, small as it may be, and sits up.
“Coffee?”
She nods with a hint of eagerness. “Please.”
Breaking a heart doesn’t stop it feeling. Ianto’s starting to be grateful for that.

[remydesire.livejournal.com]

<3!!

Re: Torchwood fill- ahh, they got there first!

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

But life goes on. Or work goes on, at the very least, and since none of them seem to have a life anymore, maybe it’s all the same.

Not familiar with this fandom, but the emotion is really heartfelt through the whole piece. Also? This is hot:

He’s reclining on the sofa in the newly set up break room, her weight comfortably arranged over his body. His hands in her hair pull her closer and she gives a little moan into the kiss as their legs twine closer together.

Thanks for the fill!