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“War’s End” kiss XD

“When this is over,” Vanya groans hoarsely, “I sleep forever.”

“No, you won’t,” Ianto answers just as hoarsely, flopping his arm out.

Vanya takes his hand, threading their dirty fingers together. They squelch with wet dirt. It’s disgusting, and so very, very appropriate. “How can you say what I will do?”

With his free hand, Ianto lethargically lifts his hips up, a sucking sound greeting his ears and reminding them that they’re practically buried in mud. He digs into his pocket and slaps his prize onto his chest. “Because it’s over, and you’re still awake.”

Vanya shoots up to a sitting position, pawing at the bag with frozen, trembling fingers. He doesn’t dare reach inside to foul up what he’s pretty fucking sure he’s imagining seeing. “The diamonds?”

Ianto tries to nod but the back of his head has become one with the earthy glue under him. “Money’s buried a few miles away, too.”

Vanya tumbles against him with a resounding splat, kissing him and kissing him and kissing him until all he’s got left is the ability to open his lips against Ianto’s temple. “How? They looked! They saw! There were diamonds in bag!”

With an embarrassing amount of help needed, Ianto pries himself out of the mud to a sitting position. Now that the sun’s out, he’s about to become a clay statue, but it doesn’t matter. He grins. “Yeah, no, I made a pit stop at the craft store on my way to rescue you.”

Vanya’s brow furrows. “Why? Do they sell explosives now?”

“Nah. But they do sell glass beads for bedazzlers.”

Vanya’s eyes go comically wide. “But…” he sputters. “They… they can tell difference, yes?”

Ianto shrugs. “Sure they can, but…” He throws an arm around the stout Russian’s shoulders. “If there’s one thing I can always count on, it’s you shooting at mobsters enough so that they don’t have the time to look too closely while they’re running away.”

Vanya blinks. Then throws his head back and laughs until his sides ache. He wipes caked mud and tears of mirth out of his eyes and Ianto is laughing softly with him. “Those glass things they show Vasily? How much are they worth?”

Ianto leans back on his hands, staring at the sky. “Oh, let’s see. About nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-three dollars, and sixteen cents less than he was expecting.”

Vanya flops back down, heedless of the mud, focused solely on the blue sky above him. “я люблю тебя.”

“I know.”

I am constantly amazed at how you find these amazing emotional beats in your stories. You’re freaking amazing. I mean, I still, STILL think about “Bang, Zoom” and I start feeling my heart clench up. You bastard. I love you.

I appreciate you saying this because I often plan oneshots and my shorter fics around an idea of, “I wonder how so-and-so would feel about this?” That’s how I ended up with Bang Zoom. I thought, “how would Vanya feel about Ianto being an astronaut?” And the first thing that came to mind was them standing there the night before launch saying goodbye across the road and Vanya wearing a horrible shirt because he says, “I can’t be pretty, so I have to be bold.” The entire fic revolved around that. 😀

And I’m never sure that I get everything across when I’m writing, so it means more than I can even say to hear that you think there’s a definite emotional impact there. Thank you so much! ILU2

All y’all tell me what you remember about me as a writer!

joasakura
reblogged your photo and added:

“Aw, you’re gonna explode so many things when you…

“Dad… Father… guys I got something to tell you. I’m…. well, I’m a vanguard.” *Vanya weeps with happiness. Ianto has to sit down clutching his chest for a minute.*

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replied to your photo “I haven’t named him yet, but I love him. He looks like the lovechild…”

Hey, who’s to say it’s not possible with their futuristic technology? 😀

I’ve got a SUPER sad headcanon for a Shepard kid to decide to join the Initiative. Y’know. In case you were wondering about that or anything. 😀

A Very Vanyanto 2017

For @joasakura

“Y’know, I said I’d never do this again…” Ianto mutters, blowing into his hands to warm them.

“You make many stupid promises like that,” Vanya answers, beaming so much his face probably hurts. “But you never deny me, and that makes you perfect husband.”

“I swear to God, if we get arrested, I’m divorcing you.”

Vanya snorts as he bends double to tie the last of the lines. “How is that your… how do you say… bar? We have been in the jails together many times.”

“That was different.” He slips around behind Vanya to check and double check his work. “We didn’t go to jail for funsies before.”

“Remember the one near Vegas? Had such good food. Good hospitality.”

“Yes, because that’s what everyone looks for in a fucking jail,” Ianto says dryly.

“Don’t hurt,” Vanya answers. “This is ready now.”

Sighing, Ianto steps back to the garage. He checks his watch. “Right on time. Light it up.”

Vanya clicks the handheld remote and in the driveway, a line of inflatable Christmas decorations light up and begin to inflate. They’d raided the Wal-Mart for the sale items and come away with a Christmas T-Rex, Santa in a rocket ship, a couple of reindeer, and a full nativity scene. It only takes three minutes for them to fully inflate.

The hands on Ianto’s watch tick closer and closer to midnight. With an inward cringe, he sees the neighbors starting to come outside for the midnight celebrations and fireworks. And they’re all staring at the Shepard-Pastushok display because last year had nearly burned the house down. The neighborhood kids had been thrilled.

Ianto brushes his thumb over the red button, watching Vanya all the while, making sure the decorations are up before trotting back to a “safe” distance.

The countdown starts from ten.

A whole chorus of voices around the cul-du-sac raises up. At one, Vanya screams, “FUCK YOU TWENTY-SIXTEEN! SUCK MY RUSSIAN DICK!”

Ianto presses the red button.

One after the other, the decorations explode into a concussive blast, a huge fireball launching up into the night. It’s more Hollywood pyrotechnics than anything, but Ianto’s pretty proud to watch it all go up without a hitch. This time.

The neighbors cheer and Vanya whoops, slapping Ianto hard on the back.

After some more sedate fireworks, and a promise to the kids to blow something else up next year, Vanya and Ianto bring out the long brooms to sweep up the worst of the mess.

“I’ll miss Rex,” Vanya muses.

Ianto chuckles. “Me, too. Happy New Year, Red.”

“Happy New Year, Professor.”

joasakura replied to your post:Today, I sit home and contemplate the fleeting…

Are you dressed in but a simple chemise, wrapped in a shawl as you bemoan your cruel fate on a rocky, windswept shore?

Yes, and later I shall lay on a fainting couch, peering out the window to the widow’s walk. It frightens me how well you know me.

gracefully-disappear replied to your post:Today, I sit home and contemplate the fleeting…

I’ll light a candle for you.

Thank you. My soul will be at ease.

Ok how wrong is it that I want ♤: Taking a bath together for kaidan/ianto/Vanya?

“You need to stop being so tall.”

“YOU need to stop being so short.”

“You both need to stop fucking talking. I have a headache,” Kaidan said.

“We need a bigger tub,” Ianto said conversationally as he finished soaping up Kaidan’s head and bending forward to let the hot water pound over his scalp.

“It’s a jacuzzi,” Vanya grouched, “and if you weren’t some freakishly tall lovechild between a Krogan and a Turian, you wouldn’t be complaining.”

“If you wanted me to wash your hair, too, you only have to ask,” Ianto grinned.

Grumbling incoherently, Vanya stood out of the water and turned his back to Ianto, gesturing for him to get on with it. Happily, he complied, working his fingers into Vanya’s scalp with the expensive soap and adding a shoulder massage for good measure, like he’d done for Kaidan. 

“You overheated your amp, too,” Ianto pointed out, working his fingers around the port gently. “What is it with you two?”

“Occupational hazard,” Vanya murmured, sounding much less surly and more like a pleased cat every second.

“Implant hazard,” Kaidan offered lazily, stretching out further under the bubbles.

“What the hell am I washing out of your hair?” Ianto asked.

Vanya’s shoulders tipped up under his hands. “Dunno? Engine grease. Maybe frag grenade. Definitely a piece or two of Batarian slaver.”

“Gross,” Ianto said, soaping him up a second time.

Kaidan chuckled. “Is it weird that I still want to have sex tonight after that mission?”

“Yes,” Ianto and Vanya said in tandem.

Kaidan opened his whiskey brown eyes with a sly grin. “You guys gonna leave me hanging, then?”

“No,” they both answered.

Send me a prompt from this list of non-sexual forms of intimacy! Any pairing you want!

too many, so I’ll go with my most recent favourite: Instinctively, Vanya wants to tear the letter up and burn it in the fireplace for bad luck. What the fuck is he thinking about mentioning dying while he’s floating around in space with only a paper-thin piece of metal and foil keeping him safe from the vacuum and death outside. (I still cry a little when I read this. The good kind of cry)

I really, really love that it resonated with you! You said in passing at some point that Vanya was superstitious, so I just thought it would be awesome for him to have to fight that instinct. 😀

Incidentally, I think my favorite part of writing that fic was Vanya and Ianto yelling ‘I love you’ in each other’s native language. ❤

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35 So uh. I noticed you’re kinda naked. Is that intentional, or… ?” (Ianto, Vanya and Kaidan XD)

Your wish is my command! This one hints at an OT3. 

Vanya and Ianto are in the middle of a drinking contest for the ages when Ianto’s comm pings. He pauses with his tumbler halfway to his lips and clicks the link on. “Yeah?”

“It’s me,” Kaidan says in a stage whisper.

“Hey!” Ianto says brightly. “Where the hell are you? Vanya and I are-”

“He’s there? Patch him in.”

Glancing to the Russian, Ianto taps his ear. Vanya joins the link. “What?” He says without preamble.

“I need backup. Evac. Something.”

Vanya and Ianto both share looks of surprise. The Russian says, “you in trouble?”

“I’m sending you my coordinates,” Kaidan confirms tersely. “Bring lots of guns. Maybe some grenades.”

Ianto is only half worried and far more amused. “What did you get yourself into?”

“Spectre business.” Kaidan is lying. They can both tell. “Doesn’t matter. Just get your asses here. You owe me. Don’t argue. Bring guns.” The comm cuts out and both Ianto’s and Vanya’s omni-tools flash with coordinates not far from the Citadel bar they’re currently drinking dry. They down the last of their drinks, suit up, and head to the coordinates as fast as possible.

It’s an empty docking bay and the first thing they encounter is a LOT of noise. Rounding the corner, they see nothing but chaos. At least six Krogan, buck-ass nude, yelling, headbutting, destroying everything in sight as they fight each other.

Vanya and Ianto skid to a halt, taking it all in.

“They don’t look angry,” Vanya mentions. “They look like they’re celebrating.”

Ianto makes a small whining noise in the back of his throat.

Vanya shoots him a nasty look. “If this gets on social media, Kaidan will kill you in your sleep.”

He hangs his head and sweeps his hand out wide. “Then I guess this one is all you, Vanguard.”

With a murderous grin, Vanya winks and his biotics crackle. Ianto takes a step back as the frequency resonates with his own, raising the hair on the back of his neck. The Russian is a streak of light a second later, Charging into the center of the group of Krogan and blasting them all off of their feet. Storage crates and naked Krogan crashed and toppled and Ianto laughed uproariously as he filmed the whole thing.

And then he caught sight of Kaidan. Vanya was still surveying the damage and likely calling C-Sec and hadn’t yet noticed Alenko’s predicament.

Grinning, Ianto turned off his omni-tool as he approached the docking protocol computer station that Kaidan was currently crouched behind. “Hey, Major,” he said conversationally. “So uh. I noticed you’re kinda naked. Is that intentional, or… ?”

“I got caught in the crossfire,” Kaidan fumed. “Minding my own business and C-Sec calls for me to break up a drunk and disorderly. Too many Krogan to handle. Their leader says it’s some right of passage, and, one thing leads to another, and… you know what? I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“You don’t owe me shit,” Ianto crows.

Vanya trots over, double-takes, and laughs so hard he has to use Ianto’s arm as a brace to keep himself upright. Through wheezing gasps, he manages to tell Alenko where his clothes have ended up. Kaidan stalks off, also buck ass nude, head held high.

“It’s always the good stuff I’m not allowed to post about,” Ianto laments.

Vanya shrugs. “You might as well go with this one because I’m getting the impression that neither of us is getting laid ever again.”