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We're gonna try a different one, because I fail at reading the masterlist and redundantly posted yesterday. I looked rlllll carefully this time and hopefully I don't fail. Again. ^_^;;
Title: Of Presents, Give-and-Take, & Memory
Author:
blue_fjords
Genre: Angst, Fluff, CHRISTMAS
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing, implied m/m sex, butchering of the Welsh language)
Summary: In which Dead!Tosh gives presents from the beyond, Ianto is the King of Shitty Christmases, Jack learns a few helpful Welsh phrases, Gwen tries her hand at a roast, Rhys provides reinforcements, and Scotch is consumed by all.
Status: Complete
Length: 7 524 words
Warnings: Post-season 2 spoilers
Comment or Excerpt from fic:
It's Christmas!fic. And it's adorable. And we all need a little Christmas in June (screw July).
“Ianto! Just the man I wanted to see!” Jack hoisted himself up until he was sitting on the floor, feet dangling into his personal quarters. He took a deep breath. “Gadu ni bwyta cacen.” (Let us eat cake.)
Jack looked at Ianto expectantly. Ianto blinked back. “Umm?” he said finally.
“Gadu ni bwyta cacen.” Jack repeated himself slowly.
“Jack, I have no idea what you are saying. You want…cake? Is that right? We have biscuits…”
“You understood me!” Jack crowed. “Listen to me, I speak Welsh!”
“Jack, you’ve lived in Wales for over a hundred years. I should hope you could speak at least a little Welsh,” Ianto smiled at him to take the sting out of his words.
“Well, to be perfectly honest, I’ve never bothered before. I just like the accent,” Jack confessed.
Title: Of Presents, Give-and-Take, & Memory
Author:
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Genre: Angst, Fluff, CHRISTMAS
Rating: PG-13 (for swearing, implied m/m sex, butchering of the Welsh language)
Summary: In which Dead!Tosh gives presents from the beyond, Ianto is the King of Shitty Christmases, Jack learns a few helpful Welsh phrases, Gwen tries her hand at a roast, Rhys provides reinforcements, and Scotch is consumed by all.
Status: Complete
Length: 7 524 words
Warnings: Post-season 2 spoilers
Comment or Excerpt from fic:
It's Christmas!fic. And it's adorable. And we all need a little Christmas in June (screw July).
“Ianto! Just the man I wanted to see!” Jack hoisted himself up until he was sitting on the floor, feet dangling into his personal quarters. He took a deep breath. “Gadu ni bwyta cacen.” (Let us eat cake.)
Jack looked at Ianto expectantly. Ianto blinked back. “Umm?” he said finally.
“Gadu ni bwyta cacen.” Jack repeated himself slowly.
“Jack, I have no idea what you are saying. You want…cake? Is that right? We have biscuits…”
“You understood me!” Jack crowed. “Listen to me, I speak Welsh!”
“Jack, you’ve lived in Wales for over a hundred years. I should hope you could speak at least a little Welsh,” Ianto smiled at him to take the sting out of his words.
“Well, to be perfectly honest, I’ve never bothered before. I just like the accent,” Jack confessed.
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Date: 2009-06-08 10:08 pm (UTC)I love her too! :D She's great.
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Date: 2009-06-09 11:40 am (UTC)