Put to rest what you thought of me...

Title: Revenge Served Hot
Author: clumsy_goddess
Rating: PG-13, for minor adult situations
Spoilers: Set mid-to-late Series 1, but not really any spoilers.
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: Ianto is put out, so he makes some coffee… (what a shock)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All things Torchwood belong to people not me, who have much more money and probably a great legal team. So again I say, NOT MINE, I just like to borrow the toys from time to time, I promise to return them to the toy box.
Author's Note: Beta’d by the lovely 51stcenturyfox on livejournal.

( Ianto was very tired of being ignored )

( Even across time and space )

A/N: I still own nothing! I'm just borrowing the puppies from JKR.

( Leather Jacket )

A/N: Just a little Remus/Sirius one-shot. A bit naughty. I do not own the puppies, JK Rowling does. That's why she has money and I don't. I'm just playing with them.
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Deceptive

“It’s deceptive, you know.” Sirius said out of nowhere, from his spot laying across the couch in their tiny new flat.
“Hmm?” Remus said, not looking up.
“What you’re doing.” Sirius continued, flopping over to look at the back of Remus’ head.
Remus looked down at the pants and needle in his hand. “Sewing patches on the worn out knees?”
Sirius waved a hand in the air. “Being all…domestic.”
Remus quirked an eyebrow. “Being domestic is deceptive?” He put down the sewing and turned his chair around. “Well, if I didn’t do it, we’d both go around with holes in our clothing.”
“Maybe I like the holes. Add character.” Sirius mumbled.
“Fine then, what about the kitchen. Or the loo. If I left domesticity to you, we’d live like animals.”
“Ah HA!” exclaimed Sirius. “My point EXACTLY!”
“Sorry? Think I lost your logic somewhere around…1st year, actually.” Remus remarked.
“You ARE an animal, Moony. So all this domesticity, as you put it, is a RUSE.”
The laughter that was starting to twinkle in Remus’ eyes abruptly stopped. He would have growled, but that wouldn’t help his point. “How…how is it a ruse? You’d better explain yourself a bit more clearly, Mister Black.”
Sirius was not at all put off by the glare Remus was now giving him. In fact, his eyes were twinkling with mischief. “It’s deceptive, Mister Lupin, because I know, in fact, you are not the domestic housewife you pretend to be. You’re not all quiet and rational, and just because our friends fall for it, I know better.”
“Do you? And what is it that you know?”
Sirius stood up and stretched lazily, moving closer to Remus. “That you’re not really sewing.”
Curiosity winning over anger for the moment, Remus’ eyebrow raised again. “I’m not?”
Sirius grinned. “No. You’re PLOTTING. Devious little plots.”
“So now I’m deceptive AND devious?” He shook his head wearily. “Padfoot…”
Sirius put out his hands in a slightly submissive posture. “No, wait, just hear me out! While you are impressing all our chums, especially Lily, she really falls for it, with your fake domesticity, you’re mind is really plotting and planning all sorts of animalistic things.” The smirk on his face was playful.
Remus gave a sigh, partly of relief, partly of frustration. “And what, pray tell, ‘animalistic things’ am I thinking of?”
“You, my dear Moony, are thinking about all sorts of un-domestic things. Like…all the ways you can have your wicked way with me.”
Remus looked up at Sirius with lidded eyes. “Really?”
“Yes. I’m certain of it.”
The look Remus was now giving Sirius bored straight to his soul, and he felt a little shiver pass through him. “And…you like these ‘animalistic’ tendencies, do you?”
Sirius grinned at him. “Of course I do, you git.”
Remus stood, very slowly and deliberately approaching Sirius, causing him to back up a step. “You do? Like, for example, when I bite at your collarbone, just below your neck?”
Sirius was almost against the wall now, and nodded, hungrily.
Remus considered him a moment. “Or when I run my tongue hungrily along your chest and down your stomach?” He had him backed fully against the wall now, and raised one arm to place it against the wall above Sirius’ shoulder. “Or when my hand buries itself in your hair as I hold your mouth against my cock?”
Sirius’ eyes were full of desire now, and Remus pressed his other hand against the hardening bulge in Sirius’ trousers. He continued, “Or when my fingers bruise your sides from holding so tightly when you’re bent over the edge of the couch as I fuck you from behind? Those animalistic tendencies?”
Sirius whimpered low in his throat, and closed his eyes, expecting Remus to kiss him now.
Remus looked at him thoughtfully, a small smile tugging at his mouth, before he removed his hands from their positions and turned to walk back to his sewing. “Good.”
Sirius opened his eyes and blinked. “Moony?”
“Yes, Padfoot?”
“Aren’t you…aren’t we…oh, come ON, Moony!”
Remus glanced back at him. “Despite what you may think, I do NOT wish to live like animals, and so, I’ll finish the mending. And then, only then, will I demonstrate to you all the ways in which I can be animalistic, my dear Padfoot.”
Sirius whimpered again, and returned reluctantly to his spot on the couch to wait.

A/N: Just a quick little one-shot. Joss is a god, I own nothing.
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He won’t ask to stay.
If he stays, he’ll say the wrong thing. Or maybe the right thing. Which would be wrong.
If he stays, he can’t hide behind the words or the humor. He’d have to let down his defenses and stop using the toughened exterior.
Could he watch her go back to work? Would he resent her? He’d ask her to stop. But it’s who she is, and he can’t ask her that.
It would mean a line crossed, and everything would change.
But he wants to stay.

She won’t ask him to stay.
If he stays, he might say the right thing.
If he stays, she can’t hide behind the sarcasm or professionalism. She’d have to let down her defenses.
Could she go back to work, knowing she’d be thinking about him and he’d be thinking about her. Would he resent her work? Would he have reason to? Work is who she is, he can’t expect that to change. She doesn’t want it to change.
It would mean a line crossed, and everything would change.
But she wants him to stay.

A/N: Just a little songfic I wrote, very canon-compliant (ha! I never do that!) Spike does not belong to me and I make no profit. If ANYTHING in the Joss-verse belonged to me, I'd be...well, not here, probably.*shrug* This is in context with Season 7, "Lies My Parents Told Me"

Whether he lives for one more year or a millenia, Spike will never forget his mother. Sometimes, the notes come unbidden, playing through his head, and he'll catch himself humming or singing softly under his breath.

( The trigger may be broken, but the song will always remind him... )

I want to write again. Desperately. I have a whole FARM of baby plot bunnies. Lots of itty bitty baby bunnies, all hopping all over each other. But I can't get a single one to flesh out, grow, DO SOMETHING other than look cute and be unhelpful. I need my muse poked (that sounds so dirty). I'm starting to glance around at fic communities that do prompts, but I only know a few. Anyone know of prompt communities I could take a look at? Or do you, dear friends, have any prompts/suggestions you would like to plant?

Fandom options:
Harry Potter - Prefer Remus/Sirius, or any of the Dark Side. Trio fic makes me gag usually
Buffyverse/Angel - Hmmm, I'll try writing anyone here
Pirates - Again, good with anyone. Although Wil will probably get picked on in anything I write.
Nolanverse/Dark Knight Joker
Labyrinth
Firefly/Serenity

I'll write het or slash, pretty much anything.

Comment with prompts, I'll post responses here! Or direct me to good places to find prompts. Please please pretty please?

Lucius Malfoy, Pensieve Memory, 10 September 1997
Summary: A broken man waits for his Master’s bidding

Lucius sits in his study, staring into the fire. His hair is down and slightly disheveled. In fact, his whole appearance is much less immaculate than before his failure at the Ministry. He spends much of his time here, his last sanctuary. Narcissa and Draco rarely enter, and even the elves know better than to ever let their presence be known. This is the only place that still feels like his own. The Manor is more The Dark Lord’s each day. He is merely another object in it.

They are winning, or so it would seem. The Ministry is their puppet. His own old friend Severus has even been made Headmaster of Hogwarts. It should be a time of joy, of reveling in their success. And so it may be, for the other Death Eaters. This is their time, their triumph is at hand.

But not for Lucius. For in his son’s eyes, Lucius sees fear of what else he may be asked to do, or what may happen if he fails again. In Narcissa’s eyes, he sees that she blames him for the danger placed in front of their son. He fears he has lost them both and may not be able to get them back. Or that the Dark Lord will take them from him.

He sits and waits, to be beckoned to his Master like some whipped pup. And he is.

Azkaban had no need to take his soul…he is losing his family, his power, and the one thing he does not know how to live without…his pride.

A/N: Rated R! Suggestive content, and assumption of violence.
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Lucius smiled graciously and said his farewells to the Notts...the last people to leave the grand party which had been held in his honor tonight. As soon as they left the hall, his figure became much more relaxed, and the sugary smile vanished. Oh, he was good at the socializing, the schmoozing...but yet another grand affair was hardly a special event, even if it was his 17th birthday. He had hoped for something a bit more memorable. He let out a sigh.

From the door of the hall, he heard a rustle of skirts and a giggle. He turned sharply around, only to smile as his eyes focused on Bellatrix, leaning against the door frame. Now, maybe he was going to have some birthday fun after all...

"Bella, where DID you dissapear too? I was hoping you could save me from some of this boring evening..."

Bella grinned...and winked. "Well, it is your birthday...had to make sure you got a decent present."

Lucius walked toward her, and she took his hand, tugging him down the hall. He followed, curious.

( What makes a boy into a man? )

A/N: Originally posted as part of an RPG, but works as a one-shot.



"I'm not a monster, I'm just ahead of the curve..."

It was a line he'd used many times. He was always being called a monster - by the news, by the Bat, by the so-called "doctors" at Arkham. But he's not a monster. He just gets it, how the world really works, and he goes with the flow...wherever that flow takes him and whatever it inspires him to do.

Monster. What did that even MEAN? Looks that aren't the norm? How many people did not look "normal"? Behavior that is different? By some of their definitions, THEY were all monsters. The Batman himself even. The schemers, the planners, the politicians. The ones who manipulate the general populace, the ones who say "I'm doing this for you, the people. I'm going to SAVE you and CURE your world!", while really furthering only themselves and assisting the world on it's never-ending spiral towards inevitable self-destruction.

Monster. It's all relative.

AND.HE.IS.NOT.A.MONSTER.

A/N: Little Dru/Spike oneshot. :)

Spike tugged angrily at the bonds which held him. Normally, he rather enjoyed bondage fun. But this was different. He was being played with, like some...some...toy. And he did NOT like it. His captor knew exactly what he wanted, excatly how far she could push him, and instead she was lazily nipping across his chest. She would pause, poised and prepped to bite, and then she would dive, and he would tense with eager anticipation, only to have her fangs barely graze the skin and instead her lips would suck tenderly at the flesh. Screw tenderness. He liked it rough. And so did she. It's not like anything they did could cause permanent harm. They were vampires, after all. But she liked her little games more, and this one delighted her. Teasing him, torturing him, showing him the promise of a rough night and then turning into gentle playfulness. His face twisted into the familiar vampire ridges as his frustration turned to anger.


"Damn it Dru, if you don't stop this bloody game and actually BITE, I'm gonna snap your sodding doll's head off!" he snarled.

She pulled away from him, frowning. "Naughty boy. Being even more naughty. Naughty children don't get to play..."

And she stood up and walked, smiling and humming, from the room, picking up Miss Edith on her way out.

Spike struggled with the bonds still holding him. "Dru, get back here and let me go! Drusilla! Bloody hell..."

Title: Bath Surprise
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Molly
Author's Notes: Response to Weasley Challenge. Molly takes a bath.


Molly Weasley loves her husband, every quirky little bit of him.


She may scold him relentlessy for the Muggle artifacts scattered throughout their already cramped house, but secretly she harbors great curiosity about the strange items. So, while finally taking a well-deserved pampering bath, she can’t help but pick up the little yellow rubber bird sitting on the side of the tub. She looks at it curiously for a moment, and then squeezes it. It gives a loud “squeak” and she drops it into the water in surprise.



In the bedroom, Arthur hears the sound and accompanying splash, and grins.

Originally written for LJs hp100 community

Title:Uncertain
Characters/Pairings: Ginny, Harry, various Weasleys
Authors notes: Response to Weasley challenge


They didn’t understand.


Years later, and Tom still haunted her mind. And even though her mother comforted her and her father tried to be supportive, they didn't understand. Her brothers teased her and tried to cheer her up. But they would never understand.


But there was one person. One who would understand how Tom could get into her mind and make her uncertain of herself and wonder if all her thoughts were truly hers.


She watched in silence as Harry worked on his Charms essay at the next table. Yes, he would understand. If only she could talk to him.

Originally written for LJs hp100 community

Title: A Musical Soul
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Snape
Authors notes: Just a bit of utter sillyness


As Harry reached the door of Dumbledore’s office, he heard voices from within, and stopped with his hand on the knob, listening. He opened the door quietly and peeked in, seeing Dumbledore smiling behind his desk, before realizing that the voice was not coming from the Headmaster, but from the rooms other occupant. His eyes widened in shock and recognition, and then he quietly closed the door and ran back to the common room to share Snapes secret.


Moments later, Harry and Hermione were doubled over in laughter.
“I don’t get it,” Ron said confused, “Who are Gilbert and Sullivan???”

I think there's something wrong with my mental to-do list. Can anyone point it out? ;)

1) Continue research on Foundational/Early Christianity, the "missing books" of the Bible, various Bible translations
2) Discover more quality fandom pr0n authors on LJ/IJ

Hi! Have you met my voices?

This is just a bit of Lestat dribble that invaded my brain this weekend...

( Time changes nothing... )

You know things are crazy at work when…
You no longer are CAPABLE of having inner monologue, so you just talk out loud to yourself constantly, walking yourself through each task.
* headdesk *

In other news, I CHOPPED MY HAIR OFF! It’s layered, longest layer hitting my chin. Whee! Mostly, my hair has just been uncooperative and driving me insane, so buh-bye hair! (*) I’ll post pictures as soon as I find my camera. :P

It’s been a crazy week, and I’ll be glad to have some down time this weekend. Well, relatively speaking, it’s downtime. There will be laundry, general house straightening, lots of homework, belly dance practice/other exercise, role-playing, and hopefully some sewing (or at least pattern/fabric cutting). Oh yes, and sleep would be nice. Okay, so never mind the downtime.

(*) No, of course this had NOTHING to do with any particular voices in my head that are taking over my brain and my life I am currently role-playing. Why would you think that? SO off base.

The state, the state, the state is on fire!

*cough*cough*sputter*gag*sniff*

Arg. THANKFULLY, we are in no danger from the fires in HB. However, we are still getting the effects in the air! It's all brown and hazy, eyes are watering, noses are dry, and headaches abound. And everything smells like fire. Whee. And it's 90 degress out and windy. This is fun. :P

My job is going very very well. In fact, I was introduced at this month's all team meeting...and they made a boo-boo with the slide. Instead of "Minor Minion", they had actually listed me as Manager for my office. I came back from the meeting and told my boss he could leave. :) But really, it's wonderful and I'm happy. That statement says it all. Happy was not really in my vocabulary anymore.

Kenny and I snuck away for the weekend to visit M up in the hills...Kenny even suffered through a quilt show. ;) M's dogs are in love with him I think. Very cute. The highlight of the weekend was a slightly tipsy late night game of "Balderdash" (where you are given words and have to make up convincing though usually funny definitions). The best word of the night? "Slacknuck". The winning definition, courtesy of M, was "the sound balls make when kicked by a 7-ft transvestite". I have completely forgotten what it really means.

Huh, I suppose the fact that a board game was the highlight of our child-free weekend is pretty sad. I could talk about the porn, but it was REALLY BAD PORN. I fell asleep and the other gave up on it not much later.

I still need a wig and knee socks for my Halloween costume.

The new job is going great. I've discovered I really like the company and the people. I am actually PRAISED for doing a good job, constantly given encouragement and support. It's a nice feeling. AND I went in right away as me. "Hi, I'm into costuming and sci-fi and history and gothic stuff". And they said "Cool, welcome to the gang!"

I've been taking time to sew, a lot. And read. Back to reading all the time, like I used to.

Hubby and I were able to steal away last week to attend Haunt at Knott's. We weren't able to make it last year due to scheduling and financial difficulites, so I was very happy to get back. The new maze, The Doll Factory, totally f's with your head. In a fun way. And has ample use of corsets...always a plus for me. However, Lore of the Vampire remains my favorite. We went through 3 times on Thursday. I'm hoping to make it back before the end of the season. One of these years I will make my schedule work so I can join the Monster crew.

Last Friday night we managed to slip away for a grow-up dinner at a fancy little Italian Grill near our house...that was nice too. Hard cider, good pasta, and adult coversation.

I finished hubby's vest...and it's too small. Apperently he's changed a little since I fit him months and months ago. *headdesk* At least he still has his frock coat and another vest he could wear. Mel's dress is still waiting for me to be patient enough to put the trim on, but that's it.

As for me, I WAS planning on finishing my purple plush corset and black frock coat, and doing the vampire thing, but work is actually doing a themed event where we have to be a recognizable movie character. I had a couple I WANTED to do (Sleepy Hollow, Elizabeth, the Ball Gown from Labyrinth...), but with only a few weeks, little sewing time, and no budget...not gonna happen. Right now it looks like I'll be peicing together Velma, from Scooby Doo. It will work. :)

I still want to make most of the clothes from Sleepy Hollow anyway. Cause I enjoy torture.

Okay, I have the migraine from hell, and despite the fact that it's midnight I'm drinking coffee to try to abate the pain...so I'm gonna sign off. More tomorrow perhaps...

Comment and I'll give you a letter. In your journal, list 10 of your favorite songs that begin with that letter.

pre_raphaelite1 gave me the letter 'L' so here are 10 songs I like!

(By the way, L is hard!!!)

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