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crack_van2012-07-16 12:25 am
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Life Unexpected by nariko_d (NC-17)
Fandom: TORCHWOOD
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Length: 110,082
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nariko_d
Author Website: fanfic tag
Why this must be read: I'm going to be honest. I'm not a big fan of mpreg. That said, this is one of the few mpreg fics that captivated me. I remember thinking "oh, okay, I'll just snag the PDF and I'll read it later." Instead, I went through the chapters of the fic in one sitting.
Most Torchwood operatives died before they reached their thirtieth birthday (if they weren’t initially hired in their thirties, anyway), and Ianto knew it was likely that he would never see that particular number on his birthday cake. Hell, he could die within the next twenty-four hours. While Ianto couldn’t trust Jack with his heart, he could at least trust him with his body for what little time he had left before it was his turn to die.
“Evil,” Jack murmured, resting on top of him. Ianto didn’t mind, for now.
“How am I evil?” He ran a hand down his lover’s back.
“You did that clenching thing. You know I can’t hold back when you do that.” Jack lifted himself onto his elbows to stare down at him. His hair was damp with sweat, his face moist, but his blue eyes were hazy with satisfaction and his lips were curved upwards. He cupped Ianto’s cheeks. “You’re evil.”
Life Unexpected (master post)
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Length: 110,082
Author on LJ:
nariko_dAuthor Website: fanfic tag
Why this must be read: I'm going to be honest. I'm not a big fan of mpreg. That said, this is one of the few mpreg fics that captivated me. I remember thinking "oh, okay, I'll just snag the PDF and I'll read it later." Instead, I went through the chapters of the fic in one sitting.
Most Torchwood operatives died before they reached their thirtieth birthday (if they weren’t initially hired in their thirties, anyway), and Ianto knew it was likely that he would never see that particular number on his birthday cake. Hell, he could die within the next twenty-four hours. While Ianto couldn’t trust Jack with his heart, he could at least trust him with his body for what little time he had left before it was his turn to die.
“Evil,” Jack murmured, resting on top of him. Ianto didn’t mind, for now.
“How am I evil?” He ran a hand down his lover’s back.
“You did that clenching thing. You know I can’t hold back when you do that.” Jack lifted himself onto his elbows to stare down at him. His hair was damp with sweat, his face moist, but his blue eyes were hazy with satisfaction and his lips were curved upwards. He cupped Ianto’s cheeks. “You’re evil.”
Life Unexpected (master post)