Okay guys! A quick word before letting you read (well you can skip this if you want) so you know a thing or two.
In the middle of revisions for finals with two friends, we tried new ways of procrastinating and as we're all in english studies, we thought that writing prompts (in english) would be a good idea to practise a bit! Basically, we send a prompt ideas, and write a drabble. As I'm a big Janto trash, most of my prompts are Janto and both my friends said I should post them (thank you guys!), so here I am. One of them is on FF under the username Plume-now if you want to check!
So, two important things : first, I am not a native speaker, I'm just trying to improve my english by any ways I can, and this one is the most entertaining one. And the second is that most of them are AUs, so no Torchwood. Like the one below, actually. So, yeah, most of the time Torchwood and aliens do not exist, I think I'll precise it everytime.
And I'll write the prompt idea everytime too, 'cause I'm a lazy person and most of the time I don't even try to put a context and the prompt is the context. All of them are from some Tumblr masterlist.
I don't own anything, the BBC or RTD do... I'm just writing for fun!
Last thing: the image used for this fic is a fanart from a friend you can find under ClemeO4 on deviantart or cleme-s-art on Tumblr. Go check her she's awesome and needs to know this ;)
Seriously though, if you're on Ao3, go read it there, I post under Fafsernir too, it's well organised and it has a sum' everytime, and the tags help you, so you know if you want to read one or not.
Prompt Idea: "Wait you were hired to kill that guy too? au"
"That's it. I'd call it a draw," the man said, panting, before lowering his hands. The other man seemed to consider attacking him for a moment but eventually lowered his arms too.
"Okay, so you're well-trained. What's your name?" he eventually asked, trying to catch his breath.
"Does it matter?"
"I'm Captain Jack Harkness."
"Captain? Of what? I don't see anyone here. Who do you order around? Why would you even do this job if you were in command?"
"God you're always like that? We just fought, I thought you'd be quiet and tired."
"I'm up for round 2!"
"I'm sure we can find another way to do this..."
"What, rock-paper-scissors? I'm Ianto, by the way."
Jack grinned at the sarcasm and, if possible, his smile widened when Ianto introduced himself. They turned as one man to the poor boy who had witnessed not only his own kidnapping but also his kidnapper being attacked by someone else. He had felt so relieved, at first. Then the other had yelled that he was his victim and he wanted to kill him. They had fought for what must have been at least five minutes now and none seemed to win.
Ianto smiled as his eyes sparkled with a light that frightened the poor boy. "I have an idea."
He was right to be afraid. His eyes widened in shock as he listened to the man elaborating his plan and saw Jack nodding. What the hell was happening ?! He had just wanted to go home, he hadn't done anything wrong... He was just a regular man in the most regular city possible... And two assassins were after him.
"So, what? I get his hand, you get the rest?" Jack summed up, once Ianto had finished speaking.
"Well I'm not cutting his hand off! Either that, or we keep figthting. But one of us will have to die."
"Okay. I guess a hand should do it. I came back with less once," Jack smiled to the puzzled look Ianto threw at him. "Long story. I had no choice. It was fun, though! I would tell you over a coffee."
"What?"
"What?"
"... Did you just..." Ianto began, not sure how to end his sentence.
"Ask you out? Yeah. Interested?"
"Well... Ehm... Not that... Ugh... Can we go back to business, please? He's still alive."
"You didn't say no."
"I didn't say yes."
The third man would have laughed at the situation, if he wasn't tied up to a chair and going to die. Because really, were those two assassins who had never met before flirting while he was still very much alive and in the same room ?
