Ramblings of a madwoman

Title: Ad-dressing the Issue
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Stephen/Ryan
Words: 2,326
Rating, Warnings: 18 for the sexings. Crossdressing
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval, no copyright infringement intended
Spoilers: None.
A/N Huge thanks to fredbassett for a fabulous beta. I had the basics of this in my head for a while, thrn fififolle made me think about boys in lipstick and it finally got written.

( Ad-dressing the Issue )

Title: Guns Go Bang
Fandom: Torchwood/Primeval crossover
Characters: Ianto/Becker, some Ianto/Jack, mentions of both teams
Words: 6,758
Rating, Warnings: 18 for the sex
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval or Torchwood, no copyright infringement intended
Spoilers: None.
Prompt: Written for torchwood_fest crossover fest. Prompt was 'Ianto surprises and impresses Becker with his BAMFy and gun-related competence'
Summary Torchwood and the ARC have met previously when a mission crossed over. Now they have to try to work on keeping good relations between the two organisations.
A/N Huge thanks to fififolle for all her fantastic gun and SF advice. I hope I haven't messed it up. Thanks also to fredbassett for a fabulous beta. There has been tweaking since, so apologies for further mistakes.

( Guns Go Bang )

Title: Shattered
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor/Ryan
Words: 100
Rating, Warnings: 12
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval. No copyright infringment intended
Spoilers: None
AN: For primeval100 prompt 'shattered'
AN2: Anyone rec any Connor/Ryan icons?

It would be better described as early morning than late night when Ryan finally made his way home. He stripped off his clothes and collapsed onto the bed.

"You okay?" Connor asked, waking at his return.

"Shattered," Ryan mumbled into the pillow. "Too tired too move, too tired to sleep."

Connor lay a warm hand in the small of his back and kissed the skin near his ear.

"I know what will send you off," Connor said gently. "Roll over."

Too tired to argue, Ryan did as he was told and Connor's comforting mouth soon took him to blissfully oblivion.

Title: Learn Your Place (the sort of start)
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Becker/Lester
Words: 340
Rating, Warnings: 18. D/s themes,
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval, no copyright infringement intended
Spoilers: None.
AN: unbetad comment porn. Prompt was Lester/Becker - mine

( Becker’s arms tightened possessively around Lester’s waist )

Title: Daddy's Boy
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Matt/Becker
Words: 2,431
Rating, Warnings: 18. Daddy kink, various sex acts, no age play. Some angst.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval, no copyright infringement intended
Spoilers: None.
AN: Written for the prompt Matt/Becker, daddy kink. I'm sorry, but I am a numpty and I didn't take note of who prompted it, my firefox crashed and lost the link and I can't find my way back to it. Sorry!
AN2: Thanks to fredbassett for another fab beta and some expert hand-holding while this tried to defeat me.

( Becker slammed the kitchen cabinet shut and Matt raised an eyebrow from his position leaning on the counter. )

Title: Belonging
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor, Nick, Stephen
Words: 100
Rating, Warnings: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval. No copyright infringment intended
Spoilers: None
AN: For primeval100 prompt 'the odd one out'

He’d never quite fit in.

When it came to rough and tumble at home with his brothers, he'd been happier reading or chasing bugs in the garden.

He was Mr Always Picked Last in games. Well, when he hadn't faked a letter of ill health’d excuse from his mum anyway.

He'd even managed to be the odd one out on his course, which should have been full of people like him.

Nick slapped him on the back as they left the incursion site and Stephen draped a casual arm around both their shoulders. Connor smiled the smile of the belonging.

Title: Reward and Punishment
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester/Becker
Words: 1.404
Rating, Warnings: 18, Pissing fucking, D/s themes
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval, no copyright infringement intended
Spoilers: None.
AN: Written as a thank you to fredbassett for all the betaing she has been doing for me. She very politely requested the neat and tidy Becker on the receiving end. *veg*

( “Are you ready yet, captain?” )

Title: Change of Job Description
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Lester
Words: 100
Rating, Warnings: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: 'Missing scene' from s1, e1.
AN: For primeval100 prompt 'fall from grace''

The aid comes into his office and orders him to stop working immediately and follow him. Lester puts down his pen and leaves the room. He has a feeling the work will be on someone else’s desk by the time he returns.

A file has been thrust at him and he pursues it as they stalk through the corridors. It makes no sense; rubbish about dinosaurs and holes in time.

By the time his briefing is over he realises that this is not nonsense, but the project that will either make his career or ensure an irrecoverable fall from grace.

Title: You Can Do Anything For Me
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Ryan/Lester
Words: 375
Rating, Warnings: 18 D/s, sex, pissing - take a wild guess who this was written for...
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: This was written for fredbassett for her fandom stocking. This was sort of  a follow up to this comment porn posted on Denial at the end of December.

( Lester knelt at the feet of his master. )

Title:  An Ordinary Man
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Ethan Dobrowski, Patrick Quinn
Words: 100
Rating, Warnings: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: For seasons 4 sort of.
AN: For primeval100 prompt 'Ethan Dobrowski'
AN2: I am really sorry if I have got the time lines wrong here.

I was just an ordinary man going about my ordinary business.

It was dark, the streetlamps of Victorian London doing little to cut into the foggy gloom. But I wasn’t worried, I felt safe in the city I had adopted as my home; had prospered in.

The knife pressed against my ribs from the shadows and I was pulled into an ally.

“I have money, take my money,” I gasped out as the knife travelled to my throat.

“I don’t want your money, I just want your name.”

The words growled in my ear were the last I ever heard.

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