I NEED THIS STORY YESTERDAY. WOW.
Sorry, I can only provide it today, seeing as I have yet to master time travel… ;P
The Doctor had been right, Jack mused, picking boredly at his nails. Prisons all started looking alike after a while. Unfortunately, the guards weren’t similarly…similar at all. These ones had not only taken his vortex manipulator, but had effectively strip-searched him. Not even the compact laser had managed to escape that, much to his chagrin. So, here he was.
“Harkness.”
Jack looked up, raising an eyebrow at his guard. “Yeah?”
“Your husband’s here to see you.”
Husband? he wondered. Which husband? But he kept a bland smile on his face as he replied, “Well, I suppose I’m gonna have a lot of explaining to do, huh?”
The guard actually cracked a smirk at that. “Yeah, good luck. He looks pissed.”
The door practically flew open, and…well. Jack had forgotten just how damn sexy Castiel looked right before he smote someone. Unfortunately, Jack was on the receiving end of that glare.
“Jack,” Castiel growled, storming over to the bars. “You have two minutes to come up with an explanation for this.”
“Uh…” Jack was having trouble thinking past the mental image of Castiel just bursting in and fucking him against the wall then and there. “I…got drunk?”
“I told you I’ve had enough of this behavior!”
Jack shifted into a more submissive posture, taking advantage of the fact that they hadn’t bothered giving him clothes after the strip search, and pouted. Castiel blinked, and even the guard took a step back. “Aww, honey,” he purred, hoping that this was what Castiel was planning, “I promise I’ll do better. Cross my heart.”
Castiel stared at him long enough for the human’s bravado to wilt. “…You had better,” was all he said before turning to the guard. “I have paid my husband’s bail. May I take him home now?”
Twenty minutes later, Jack was strolling out of prison with Castiel’s hand clamped firmly around his wrist.
“…Cas?” he said softly once they were out of earshot.
“Yes, Jack.” Castiel still hadn’t let go. Jack was starting to suspect he’d bruise at this rate.
“Thanks.”
The angel glanced back at him, a tiny smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth. “You owe me,” he said, with a husky undertone that sent shivers down Jack’s spine. “Now, we should go before they realize that I was bluffing the entire time.”
Jack’s laughter echoed in the space they left, along with the whoosh of wings.
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH OMG YES.
This little Harkstiel marriage ficlet popped in my head as I was falling asleep last night:
Jack held Castiel’s hand as they listened to the judge. Jack had been to plenty of weddings, participated in a few too. But this was different. They both knew that ‘till death do us part’ had a whole ‘nother meaning in their lives. Jack knew this wasn’t another mortal that he would love and lose. Their lives might take them far from one another but for this moment, in this place, they were joined.
They hadn’t planned on the day going this way. They were in the States, working on a case, when the decision came down. Jack had been glad for the changes over the past years; it made his male partners less wary, less fearful of the consequences.
Their work had taken them into downtown and suddenly they found themselves in the middle of a celebration. Jack had been grinning since he heard. Castiel had observed, both the others and Jack and finally pulled him aside.
“You and I have a different view of eternity,” he’d said. “But I do believe you would like to make a commitment. We already have, in a way, but would you like to make it here?”
“If you’re asking me to marry you,” smiled Jack. “Then yes.” He leaned in to kiss him, glad that no one would look twice at them here.
Castiel met his gaze as they broke apart, then took his hand and led him into the courthouse.
It had been easy enough for them to forge their way into a marriage license. They got in line with the other couples and Jack struck up a conversation with the two ladies in front of them. They’d been together almost ten years and were raising an adorable little boy that clung to one of his mom’s legs in the crowd.
Which led them at last to here, standing in front of a judge, making their vows. The people behind them clapped as they kissed and they barely dodged the photographer on the way out. Jack wrapped an arm around Castiel’s waist and kissed him again. “I promise I will love, honor and cherish you,” he said quietly. “From here to the far corners of the universe, in whatever stolen moments we might share.”
“And I will do the same,” said Castiel, weaving his fingers into Jack’s. “Love, honor and cherish the man you are, wherever we might be.“
Chocolate Cake and Blue-Black Wings – janto321 (FaceofMer) – superwood- fandom, Torchwood, Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: superwood- fandom, Torchwood, Supernatural
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel (Supernatural)/Jack Harkness, Castiel/Jack
Characters: Castiel, Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Harkness
Additional Tags: Birthday, Birthday Presents, Birthday Cake, Angel Wings, Wings, Ficlet
Summary:
Jack stopped counting birthdays long ago. That doesn’t stop Castiel.
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This is for jazzforthecaptain. Happy birthday!
Jack and Cas work with Mycroft on some dangerous project. Greg stumbles onto it because monsters keep chewing up pedestrians. Over the course of events, Greg takes a shine to them. Now they ‘consult’ – in Mycroft and Greg’s bed – occasionally.
do you ever accidentally start shipping something that is so obscure you can’t even find a ship tag, there’s pretty much nothing, it’s like you’re one of the six people in this entire world that ever saw these characters and thought “wow they could be a thing”
and then you’re like “shit i’ve really outdone myself this time”
Beyond the Twilight Sea
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1FmSHDO
Captain Jack Harkness and Castiel parted on bitter terms several years ago, and haven’t spoken since. Now, with Dean Winchester gone rogue and time running out, Castiel turns to Jack in desperation. But help isn’t all he’s after. It might be too late for them – too much time passed, too many old wounds. But amid the rumble of a quiet Kansas railroad town, a pair of immortal men find just enough time for everything.
Words: 3903, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
- Fandoms: Supernatural, Torchwood, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Superwho – Fandom, Superwood – Fandom
- Rating: Explicit
- Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
- Categories: M/M
- Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Harkness, The Winchesters
- Relationships: Castiel (Supernatural)/Jack Harkness
- Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Season/Series 10, Children of Earth Compliant, Sex in Abandoned Buildings, Sex in a Car, Technically it’s sex in a jeep, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, and way too many water metaphors
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1FmSHDO
I started making an original post but hey, the feed post looks just fine. I wrote a thing.
