I sing the body electric

Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Word count: ~ 2,800
Warnings: Angst, gooey fluff, and an awful lot of sap.
A/N: This was written on my phone, with all five of my brothers in the background, and with occasional retaliation breaks when they did something unpardonable, because sitting still in our house is the equivalent of painting a target on yourself and running naked through a warzone. So if there are any glaring mistakes, I apologize. But, well, next chapter! :D And happy, happy holidays to those celebrating. All the joy in the world to you.

Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~ 1,200
Warnings: Pure porn with no redeeming features why am I writing this again? Um, blatant smut.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of their respective owners. I am in no way associated with the creators, and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Uh, hi, yeah, this is me practicing writing porn (and failing). I'm so sorry.
(Set in my Just Another Word ‘verse, some time after chapter 13. Title is from the Daniel Powter song Cupid.)

Rating: T
Word count: ~ 2,000
Warnings: Talk of sex, schmoopiness, light angst, fluff.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of their respective owners. I am in no way associated with the creators, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: *points to title*
A/N: Yay for lilyrose225, who saves me from mindless boredom at fittings! This is her prompt, in which I hopefully hit the high points that she wanted. Lily, I owe you my sanity. XD
(And, because I forgot until Lily reminded me, the prompt: "I know you love Janto (so do I), but can you write Owen? How about... He actually does love Tosh, but doesn't know how to say it (because he's so used to being prickly)? And let's have Ianto notice and push him to say something, at the same time warning him not to hurt her? Bonus points for having Jack reject Gwen. XD (Sorry, I'm a sucker for that.) Don't be mean about it, but really. She's got a boyfriend at home."

Rating: PG (for safety)
Word count: ~ 1,500
Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Slash (of the Gibbs/DiNozzo persuasion). English from a non-native. Business as usual, nothing to see; move along (to the story, I mean). Don’t let the quirky title fool you, either: it’s angst-heavy.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of their respective owners. I am in no way associated with the creators, and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Well, I promised myself months ago that I wouldn’t get sucked into any more fandoms without dipping my toes in others. As Torchwood seems to be taking over everything at the moment, I wrote this. I'm an NCIS virgin, so be gentle (not really, I can handle whatever critiques you'd care to throw at me). I promise I’ll get their characters down someday…

Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~ 1,500 (this part), ~20,000 in total.

Warnings:  Sap, slight angst, etc.

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of their respective owners. I am in no way associated with the creators, and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: The poems in this chapter are, in order of use, Ah! Sunflower by William Blake and Sonnet: I Thank You by Henry Timrod. This is the last chapter. Wow. But I’ve had fun writing it, and the muse has finally stopped gnawing at my leg, so it’s all good. Thanks to everyone who’s read it—much appreciation! ^.^