See the Fangrrl Squee

This one's actually been written for a long while, and awaiting the right time to be throw into continuity. I've decided that, with one thing and another, this is the time, despite my earlier reservations. My reasons for putting this story at this point in the continuity will become apparent when I've finished the immediate followup (working title: Mis-direction) but you'll just have to wait until then. Unbeta'd and for that, I do apologize.

Title: Inversion
Length: 1,600 words
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Kink-factor: minor (mild bondage, cross-dressing (implied))
Description: Jack discovers that sometimes the biggest surprises occur between nine and five. Part 4 in my apparently unending (and still unnamed) toppy!Ianto series.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, otherwise we'd have a lot more of this sort of thing on Sunday nights, and less of most everything else... ;)

Prologue: Shouting Match
Part 1: Negotiation
Part 2: Incognito
Part 3: Exposure

( There's a time and a place for everything... )

It's Shameless Story Sunday!

To keep it brief: I wrote some Torchwood/Original Character crossover fic a few days back, and posted it on my regular journal. The OCs are from an rpg/running joke called Code Black - globe-trotting espionage meets comedy of errors. To paraphrase Jason Fox, Code Black's successes are rarely as spectacular as their failures. The urge to cross 'em over was just too much - I think it's because both outfits seem to succeed despite themselves... (Torchwood team: I love you, but damn, you're dumb sometimes). Then, irresistibly, I wrote a sequel.

Since they're Torchwood-ish pieces I'm going to repost the first piece here and the second bit is being aired for the first time online. The first is a bit of comedy, the second is an Owen/OC PWP which, frankly, I had to do to keep my membership current in Mary Sue Anonymous. You have been warned! But if Owen PWP is your thing, the second part might be worth reading, as I think the Mary-Sue-ness is tolerable, and the first piece is an immediate prologue, so you might appreciate the context. Besides, it's short. :)

Part The First: Tough Crowd
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairing: Technically, None.
Length: 1200 words.
Summary: What happens when two secretive, slightly paranoid organizations meet for a 'friendly chat'?

( Tough Crowd )

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Part The Second: Driven to Distraction
Rating: 18 (PWP. Car!porn, of a sort. Wee bit of fetish.)
Pairing: Owen/Original character
Length: 2100 words
Summary: Andrea Smith offers an apology to Owen Harper for certain things said - or rather done - during the first meeting between Code Black and Torchwood.

Thanks to my evil twin, moviegrrl, for the beta - and for dragging me down with her with the whole illogically-mad-for-Owen thing in the first place. :)

( Apology )

Aw, crap.

I need a beta for the Owen/original-character¹ hand!porn² thing. I think it qualifies as car!porn by now, as well. Thinking of which, can someone remind me of the make and model of the inadequacy-mobile that Owen Bloody Harper drives?

I just need to finish typing in the couple of pages of sleaze I wrote in my journal on the train home, and finesse the beginning a bit so that any reader who hasn't been keeping up with me and my friends' inside joke for the past couple of years have enough context to keep going, and then it'll be ready for beta.

Bonus points to any beta who also digs the hand!pron. And I use that latter term quite literally - but I mean attached-to-a-human hand, not hand-in-a-jar hand, otherwise I'd be posting this on threehandedjack or gimmethejar already...

Between this and putting Jack Harkness in women's underwear, I think it's time for me to revise my list of fetishes. The list seems to be rather out of date. Jaysis...

ETA: bloody hell. The piece is done - really done, this time - and it's five pages of the perviest hand!pron it's been my pleasure to write. In fact, I enjoyed writing that probably far more than is healthy. I will now commence my singing of The Doom Song.

¹ - call a spade, a spade, fangrrl. The "OC" is about one step away from a Mary Sue. God help me. But being honest counts for something right? Right?

² - real, attached-to-a-human hand, not a gimme_the_jar type hand!porn thing.

This is All Ianto's Fault. Srsly.

Title: Incognito.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Whatever passes for 'adult' in your part of the world - slash, generally smutty, d/s (forced crossdressing)
Spoilers: none
Summary: a de-facto follow up to Negotiation, the BDSM-talk-fic of doooom. The time for talk is done - in a manner of speaking - as Jack starts to get an inkling of what he let himself in for.

Part 1 of god knows how many pieces as fangrrl has fun turning Jack into a subbie. A second part has been drafted (working title: Exposed), and toppy!Ianto is suggested a third. Did I mention that today was probably the least productive workday of my life, and that includes the day after the Webbys when everyone was so hungover, the boss closed the office down?

Disclaimer: The Torchwood characters and setting aren't mine and are used without permission. If they were mine, we'd have seen something like the below about two weeks into the show's run.

As ever, feedback is appreciated, but not expected.

( Follow the cut tag )

I might be looking for a beta/collaborator for Exposed, which is a regular prose tale in this, er, continuity. Drop a line to fangrrl_squees(at)livejournal(dot)com if you're interested.

The subject-line is entirely rhetorical, I assure you.

Didn't I once mention that Monday is free-smut day here on fangrrl_squees? *looks at clock* It's still Monday where I'm sitting...

So, what started off as a bit of good natured, sort of in-character, fun-poking on a pal's journal has turned into a completely torrid plotbunny.

( For example: )

Alas, I only have myself to blame for this, but I'll cheerfully blame moviegrrl too. She knows why.

It's barely even a plot bunny, but it's free to a good home to whoever wants it. I've had the scene play through my head three or four times now and, honestly, I don't think my meager slash skillz can do it justice.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to talk Andrea out of making gooey eyes at Jack. And Ianto. And Owen. This is what happens when the crossover bunnies of doooooom are unleashed on a quiet afternoon. (and sorry if you can't see the linked-to entry, that journal is a lot more restricted than this one. Suffice it to say that it's very, very silly)