Yesterday is here

This is my entry to the Stopwatch challenge this summer. It features Ianto's family, Welsh mythology as told by Wikipedia, and a possessed sheep. No. Really. ~13800 words. Mucho thanks to dayse, fayemeadows, libitina, kamadu, and tigs for everything.

Fic: Knights in White Satin
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/Zelenka, McKay/Carter, Zelenka/Weir
Rating: R
Word Count: 7,298
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. Not making any money off this. If they belonged to me, there would be a lot more kissing onscreen.
Summary: When Prince Radek's caravan is attacked by the Wraith, he's rescued by a mysterious mercenary who makes him rethink his future. So very AU.
Notes: This is my entry for the sga_flashfic Harlequin challenge. The first part was originally posted there during the challenge, but this is the complete, beta-read piece. Huge thanks to dayse, tigs, and mickeym for beta reading, hand-holding and smut cheerleading. Title comes from The Moody Blues. Inspiration came from Monty Python, but totally did not follow that at all. Feedback is loved and cherished like some new bpal.


( Knights in White Satin )

I will make a real post about my splendiferous vacation soon, most likely tomorrow. Sufficed to say, I'm both happy and sad to be home. I have a Milo here, but no dayse. Ah well.

I'm branching out into SGA fic. It's all tigs's fault because she pimped me into the fandom, sent me tapes, and basically brainwashed me. *nods* So this fic is for her. Even though it's not her OTP and in fact, I killed half of her OTP (offscreen!) in a fic that is not happy and not porny in anyway.

Fic: Gravel
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/Zelenka
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. Not making any money off this. If they belonged to me, there would be a lot more kissing onscreen.
Summary: John comes after Radek.
Notes: Thank you to dayse, tigs, and mickeym. Contains major character death off-screen. Title comes from the Ani DiFranco song by the same name. Gratuitous use of motorcycles.
Website version located at: Gravel

( Gravel )

#3. Wow, I'm doing pretty good with these so far. The last one is the hardest though, so I keep putting it off. This one is for jain who wanted Sirius/Remus with some mention of moving on. I've never been very good at Sirius/Remus, so I hope this is okay. It's set post-OotP and pre-HBP, so there are no spoilers, but maybe a bit of a hint of what might come. Kind of. This one is sad.

( Goodbye )

Both girl_clone and vamplover84 asked for gen(ish) team fic of either the SG1 or SGA variety. I went with the SG1 variety and it's definitely gen(ish). I can't help but make Jack and Daniel a little bit on the couple-y side. It's not exactly filled with action and it's set about 5 years in the future with a bit of a smooshy factor. But it's definitely the original four - Jack, Daniel, Sam, and Teal'c. So yes.

( Har'ak Nar )

For tigs. Wilby Wonderful. Dan/Duck, Emily. All her favourite characters. :)

( Untitled. Because it's 2:30 in the morning and my brain isn't working. )

Written for the freeversefic challenge. Huge thanks to dayse, tigs, and fayemeadows for beta work. They are wonderful gals. :) The story is available on my site [here] as well.

Not the Same
Wilby Wonderful; Duck, Buddy (GEN); Pre-movie, no spoilers.
“Bet you missed having a MacDonald sitting at your bar,” Duck slurred, swaying a bit. “We’re good at giving away our paychecks. Guess I should work on getting a paycheck again.”

( Not the Same )

So almost three years ago (omg. 3 years?!), I wrote my first SG:1 fic called Wither in which Jack and Daniel were in bed and acting all domestic and schmoopy. I got better. Honest. However, I kind of wrote a sequel. In which Jack and Daniel sit on a porch and discuss newer models. And it's schmoopy and unbeta'd like the original. Yay! Since I haven't actually seen season 8, let's just say this is some supposed future past season 8 or so. Where Jack is retired. And Daniel is not.

( Bells and Whistles )

Just a little something I wrote for dayse while at work today. Because I love her. :) Fraser/RayK. Pants with some dirty language. Not beta'd. Title comes from Outkast. Read it here or on my site here.


( The Morning After )

[deep breath]

So this is a fic announcement. And unlike every other fic announcement I do that's due South related, this one isn't a ficlet. It's the first part of a series called Picture in a Frame which is about Fraser and RayK post-CotW. This part is called A Passing Feeling. I have lots of people to thank for this story. dayse held my hand every step of the way and waved pom-poms in my face until I wrote more of it. kittiec looked at the story and said 'Hmm. Fraser doesn't sound like Fraser. Fix that.' She said it a lot nicer than that though. ;) spring_1970 took a long look and said 'Hmm. They're touching an awful lot in public. Look at that closer.' Again, she said it much nicer. And finally, tigs who shrugged and read the story even though she's never seen the show and needed visual references for the characters. I love her muchly for that.



Title: A Passing Feeling (111k)
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Rating: Pants (thank you girl_clone!)
Summary: “Rule number one,” Ray said, ignoring her. “Do not talk to strangers even if Dad does.”
Warnings: Offscreen minor character death. Kids. Friendly giraffes.

Victoria

It's love. He knows it's love when she slips into his red serge tunic and stops him from going to work. When she puts her arms around him and teases him, her dark eyes soft and gentle. When she kisses the side of his neck and her hair falls forward to brush his arms.

The serge is beautiful on her and sexy and Ben knows he'll never be able to look at his uniform the same again. She wears nothing underneath, just her bare skin and confidence. He slips a hand under the tunic to cup her breast, the weight of it filling his hand.

She slides her palms over his shoulders and down his biceps, gripping with a strength he didn't think she had. But he knows she's strong. They almost died together. Ben assumes that if you almost die with someone, you know the measure of their strength. And that you've earned the right to love that same someone.

It's love because Ben's dreamed about her for years. Since he turned her in and doomed her to prison. Ben knows that she's not a good person, that she lies and steals and he's pretty sure she would kill if necessary. Probably even him.

But it's okay. Ben loves her even if he doesn't really like her. That's enough for him.

Billy Tallent

There's history and then there's history. Billy figures he, Joe, Pipe, and John have the latter. Especially himself and Joe. They grew up together, watched out for each other, kept each other from getting into real trouble. Minor shit could be overlooked when you looked at all that history.

And Joe still makes him laugh and Billy does that while clutching his cold cup of coffee and his cigarette. Joe's scored some coke. He knows it even though Joe swears he hasn't. Joe's running on drug fuel, his eye twitching and his hands shaking as he steers and smokes.

Fucking Joe Dick. Billy laughs and tries to come up with a movie that doesn't suck that starts with the letter 'U.' Because Joe Dick is just that, a dick. And he thinks that 'The Untouchables' sucks so he's never lets Billy use that as an answer.

"Come on, Billiam," Joe drawls, reaching for his cigarette. "Answer or you lose."

The fucking van makes a groaning noise and Joe gives it a bit more gas. Pipe snores loudly and Billy swears he can hear John writing whatever the fuck it is he writes all night long.

Joe buzzes and slaps his knee. "You lose. I'm the fucking king of this game."

"'The Untouchables' is a fucking great movie," Billy says, giving in and using his coffee as an ashtray. It's too fucking cold to drink anyway. "Fucker. You've got no taste."

"Pissy bitch. You on the rag or something?" Joe flicks his cigarette in Billy's coffee as well. "Should we stop and get you some Midol and tampons to put up your bleeding cunt?"

Billy grins at him and gestures at the road with his cigarette. "Just drive. We've got a gig to play."

I got my tax refund! Yay! I also paid my NJ State tax today! Yay! At least I have the money in my account to cover it. I went grocery shopping and spent the extra money from my paycheck on lots and lots of food. We won't starve! Yay! Also, coupons are my friends and because of that I don't feel bad spending $200 on food. It would have been a lot more without the coupons.

I was mean and didn't open this icon/ficlet meme thing to everyone. Mostly I just told dayse to pick an icon and I'll write a ficlet for her. If anyone else wants to play the game with me, my icons are [here]. We are so fully staffed tonight that I know I'm going to need distractions. So yes. Pick an icon and I'll ficlet for you! C'mon. You know you want to keep me occupied at work tonight. :)

dayse picked this icon:

Morning Coffee Rituals

Ray doesn’t exactly know when it starts, but he finds himself pouring two cups of coffee every morning. One’s got chocolate in it for himself; the other is plain and black for Dief. Fraser doesn’t agree with it, but he’s stopped arguing. Caffeine withdrawal is not pretty on a half-wolf.

They’re breakfast pals now. Ray, Fraser, and Dief. Mostly because Fraser and Dief sleep at his apartment now, Fraser in his bed and Dief on his couch.. Ray still doesn’t think breakfast should be anything more than coffee, but he eats what Fraser puts in front of him.

This morning they all ate eggs and biscuits that Fraser made the night before, using one of Ray’s glasses to cut the biscuits out of the dough. Ray watched him from the couch, Dief’s head pillowed on his thigh and a hockey game playing in the background.

Still though, Ray heads straight for the coffee pot when they get to the station, Dief hot on his heels. He can hear Fraser’s boots clicking on the linoleum behind him. Forgetting where he is, he pours a second cup of coffee and sets it on the ground for Dief.

Huey stares at him from across the room, a jelly doughnut halfway to his mouth. Dewey spills his orange juice on his suit and curses softly. Keller stops in the doorway, taking in the tableau.

Fraser clears his throat nervously, acutely aware of the fact everyone is watching Ray hold a coffee cup for Diefenbaker. Ray looks up from where he’s kneeling, realizes he’s in the station and meets Fraser’s gaze with a shrug.

Ray stays where he is and all day long there are rumors whispered over cups of coffee about Ray and Fraser’s half-wolf.

so i'm going to jump on the wilby wonderful fic bandwagon.

Title: In the Quiet Moments of the Night
Fandom: Wilby Wonderful
Rating: PG
Pairing: None; Duck, Emily
Summary: "You'll learn to spot the bad ones."
Notes: 788 words on the dot. Written to cheer up my girl, dayse. Spoilers for the movie. Set after the truck scene between Duck and Emily.

( In the Quiet Moments of the Night )

So I know I'm late playing in the Yuletide party. So late in fact, the authors have been revealed and I can say with all happiness, my author kicks much, much butt. Her name is Therienne and in case anyone forgot, my most wonderful story is Pure Evil and it's The Real Ghostbusters (the cartoon) and it's Peter/Egon. I've never read anything by her before, but I'll have to keep an eye on her now. :)

Okay, so I wrote A World of Normal Girls which is Bend it Like Beckham fic. It's Jules/Jess and it's really just a twist on the movie. An AU, I suppose where Jess wants Jules, not Joe. Thanks go out to dayse as usual because she kept telling me that it didn't suck and then did a lovely beta on the final product. Also, I owe elke_tanzer a huge thanks as well for stepping in and getting this uploaded for me. :)

I also posted the first part of a story to pwf_love in honor of scribbulus_ink's birthday. It's called The House Where Nobody Lives and it's Snape/Lupin. It's not my normal thing, much more tongue in cheek and with a touch of humour. And it will be finished. I swear.

Okay, so Yuletide recs are behind the cut. No real descriptions because I'm lazy, but these are all wonderful and they make me smile. :)

( recs ahoy! )

2 things: I Will Follow and Here With Me

I Will Follow: thanks to Lois, Dayse, Kyla, and Sarah for beta-ing this repeatedly. Title comes from the U2 song.

Here With Me: It's um...my het attempt. Brit/Justin. i like it. :) Title comes from the Dido song.



[I Will Follow]





[Here With Me]

i just couldn't let these characters go so i wrote more. this is the sequel to The Prettiest Star, which is the JC/David Bowie story i wrote. mucho thanks to Lois for the title, the beta, and helping with the descriptions. Oh, and introducing me to David at Rebel Rebel. also mucho thanks to Dayse and Kyla for beta's as well as listening to me babble about wanting to write more. And for threatening to break my fingers. Title comes from the David Bowie song 'The Dreamers' off his'Hours...' album.




[The Dreamers]


also...thanks to lois for putting the graphic on her server for me :)

i...um...have problems.

[Yassassin]

really, really f'd up JC/Lance cause i've never written them before.


(note: Yassassin means Long Live in Turkish)

this is something i've been working on for a long time now. this is the aformentioned JC/David Bowie story. so yeah. here you go.



[The Prettiest Star]

thanks to Dayse, Lois, and CJ for reading it for me and for Kyla for helping me decide on which graphic to use. :)

so yes...i wrote this thing called [Fingertips] because certain people wouldn't STOP planting Anthony/Chris/JC bunnies in my head.

::glares at dayse, kyla, and lois::

so here it is. smutty smut, porny porn, sex and lots of it.

[Fingertips]