- Hope: Well Played – Torchwood [Archive of Our Own]
"I believe it was your turn, sir," Ianto says, propping his elbows on the arms of the chair and cradling the bell of his champagne flute with his fingertips.
Jack watches him calculatingly for a few moments. "Dare." […]
The first time they'd played this particular game, Ianto had wondered at what it said about their maturity. But the way he and Jack play it–play each other with it–well, Ianto's sure there's no universe in which it'd be considered juvenile.
And this round, perhaps, carries more weight than the others; though Jack doesn't know that, not yet.
- savoytruffle – FIC: And Invasive Alien Parasite Makes Three (Mirrorverse, Kirk/McCoy, NC-17)
Awaiting the arrival of your monstrous alien spawn, Kirk finds, has stages.
Like grief, only less totally pointless.