Everybody I Love Dies

Title: Graduation Night
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 2,279
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to Graduation Day; Sirius gives Remus loads of graduation presents. Shagging commences.
Warnings: none
A/N: I had to wait so long to write/post this because the “best” present in the story is something that makes no sense unless you’ve read my I, Werewolf fic. So go read that, if you haven’t. Otherwise, you can just read this as a PWP.

( Moony, you've got presents! )

Title: I, Werewolf: Part 4
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 6,692/31,252
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Remus and Sirius have been together since third year, but as their fifth year draws to a close, still haven’t had penetrative intercourse. Remus is afraid his condition could cause complications, and the literature on the subject is contradictory or bigoted. Will Sirius and Remus ever get to shag? (Answer: Yes.)
Warnings: none
A/N: Aaaalmost. Something I learned about myself while writing this chapter: As many times as I’ve spelt “perineum”, I’ll still misspell it (like just now). And yet, I can spell tortellini instinctively, without having every spelt it before. I suppose that’s what happens when you’re Italian.

Again, split into two pieces. Follow the links, as usual.


Previous Parts: I, II, & III


( *That's* a perineum?! Sick! )

Title: Life is All Part II: Archival Revival: Chapter 6
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, past Jack/Alonso, possible future Alonso/…?
Word Count: 3,041
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jack finally hauls his arse back to Cardiff to resurrect Ianto using the nanogenes and antivirus.
Warnings: none
A/N: So, I wanted to have Chapters 6 and 7 posted today, but I got sick this week + the AC went down in our upstairs (live in Florida, btw), which = dead amuly for this past week. So I only ended up getting this chapter done, and you’re all basically going to kill me. Sorry. Tune in next week for the exciting conclusion of Part II! … Please? ;__;
(And if I haven't mentioned this before: there are three parts total, each with 7 chapters. So 1 more chapter for Part II, then 7 chapters for Part III, and that'll be it.)

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, & 7 Part II: 1, 2, 3, 4, & 5

( /vial still there, in the pocket/ )

Title: Cliché
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 1,941
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jack wants to have sex on a lift; Ianto thinks it’s pathetically cliché.
Warnings: sex in a public place, PWP
A/N: Wow, I wrote like, 3 fics today. And I was only awake for like, grand total 5 hours. Guess depression is good for something, huh?

**Oh, just noticed this: check out the word count! Teehee!


( You've completely ruined me, Mr. Harkness. )

Title: The First Annual Torchwood Cardiff Employee Concert
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, one-sided Tosh/Owen
Word Count: 4,400
Rating: NC-17
Summary: One late night playing Rockband at Owen’s gives Tosh an idea: a Torchwood employee concert.
Warnings: sap, very very small angst
A/N: Got this idea playing Rockband with my folks last week. I have a major thing for guys who can play the piano, so…there you go (James McAvoy in Penelope? Almost died when he was playing, the cutie). Trying out a bit of a different style; dunno if it comes across okay. I'm kinda back-and-forth about it; I dunno.


( Can you play a musical instrument? )

Title: Fallout: Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 2,162
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sirius has to deal with the team finding out what he and Remus did in the locker room.
Warnings: mentions of underage blowjobs
A/N: Dawwww. Poor Siri. Sometimes I just like to make him a kid, instead of this sex god we always see him as in 6^th or 7^th year. And I've got one more part to this story, with adult Siri/Remi, that I'm gonna write up at some point.

Previous bits of the story: Locker Room Regulations, Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen, and A Tale of Two Blowjobs (Well, One anda Half)

( Sirius and Remus? No! )

Oh yeah. I'm no longer sick and feeling up to writing sexy!fics ^.^
But, I am going through some serious crisis shit (grad school, PhD program apps, whatever) and so I think this fic ended up being like, a major "Amuly needs love and comfort" thing, soooo...yeah. That's how this fic ended up so incredibly sappy and lovey-dovey at the end. Sorry about that.

Title: Foot Massage Conversations Interlude:  Full Body Massage
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 4,059
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Direct sequel to FMC I, Ianto and Jack go back to his for a full-body massage. Sexiness ensues.
Warnings: Oil usage (is that even a warning?), descent into SAP halfway through. *blush*
A/N: This one in particular is dedicated to sassysailorgirl , who commented on the first installment that she wanted to see a full body massage sequel. Here you go!
As for the fic, it was just going to be a PWP, but then I got the idea in my head about them always staying in the Hub, and Ianto not wanting to go back to his...and it just spiraled out of control. Still, hope yous guys like it, even though it's wicked long.

C&C are love! ^.^

( – how hard was it just to put a key in a slot? Right, not the best thing to think about with Jack pressing up against him like he was –  )

Okay, so here's the deal. Next week is "thesis week", when I promised myself and my friend R (also writing a thesis) that we'd work really hard.
So! I wrote this epic drabble fest before all that begins.
Here's the good news:
If you want to see any of these drabbles expanded out into full fics, leave a note in the comments. I'll pick my favorite 5 from them and write them up over the next few weeks, as I find the time.

Title: 42 Recreational Uses for a Stopwatch Part I: Racing
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: 5,371/14,096
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Uses 1-13 for a stopwatch. All somehow "racing" related.
Warnings: Stopwatch kink (duh)
A/N: 3 different "sections" that the drabbles are divided into: Racing, Holding Out, and Timing. This one is "Racing". Oh, and it's "42" uses because, duh, 42.

C&C are love ^.^

( "For the record, I think this is ridiculous." )

Hey everyone! Happy belated-thanksgiving to everyone living in the states (except PST. I got this in before it's midnight over there, so ha!). To everyone else in the world: happy friday! Except you guys in hawaii. It is not Friday yet for you.
Gracious that's confusing.
Anyways, here is a thanksgiving fic! Which I wrote while having terrible heartburn from delicious food/wine/cigars.
Enjoy!

Title: Thanksgiving (stealing from you Eli. come and get me! ... please come and get me!)
Pairings: Donny/Uti and Stiggy/Wicki (seriously this time)
Word Count: 4,153
Rating: NC-17
Summary: All the Basterds have something to be thankful for.
Warnings: slightly violent sex on the part of Stiggy/Wicki, but nothing major
A/N: look! I wrote Stiggy/Wicki! Oh great Stiggy/Wicki shippers, please don't kill me!
EDIT: So much love and thanks to raynelove  for translating that FUCKTON of German! Oh my gosh, you are the absolute best!!!!
Comments are love!

 

( Thanksgiving. There is stuffing.  )