bluecastle: (wrisomifu)
It remains to be seen if its a trick or a treat ...

Crève-coeur (1060 words) by valancy_joy
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Lewis (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: James Hathaway, Robert Lewis
Additional Tags: Spooky, Ghosts

crève-coeur n. -- heartbreak.

bluecastle: (inception a/e)
I seem only able to write sleep cuddling fic lately. Wish fullfillment? Maybe! :D

Dreams and Shadows ( 1382 words) by faviconvalancy_joy
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Inception (2010)
Rating: Mature
Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Arthur/Eames (Inception)
Characters: Arthur (Inception), Eames (Inception), Yusuf (Inception)

My love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.” ― Pablo Neruda

bluecastle: (inception a/e)
for [ profile] dremiel... who willingly seduced me into this fandom ... and just as willingly discusses Tom Hardy's pants with me on Twitter. xoxo bb!

Title: Pants of Fire.
Fandom: Inception
Characters/Pairing: Eames/Arthur.
Summary: Arthur has had a lot of thoughts. And a lot to drink. And he has a phone.

follow the cut to the fic... )
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So I was in my Googledocs (ack pfffthhhh) when I saw this mostly completed fic and went ahead and tidied it up and posted it. If you're still into reading Torchwood Jack/Ianto fics with a soupcon of angst and a ladle of pornyness ... here's where it is:

Touch, Touched, Touching (1188 words) by faviconvalancy_joy
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: Explicit
Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones

Three times, three touches, none of them easy. Well, maybe the last one ...

If you're not into that fandom or that pairing... then don't clicky ... it's okay by me! I'm just glad to move it out of the WIP folder and into the posted one. :D
bluecastle: (merlin b&w)
Title: A Patch of Gold
Author: [ profile] valancy_joy
Characters: Merlin Emrys, Arthur Pendragon, with cameos by Gaius, Geoffrey Monmouth, Uther, and Gwaine, and mentions of Will, Morgana, Leon, and obliquely, Kilgarrah.
Rating: Mature for themes and language.
Word Count: 7696

Based on the 1965 Sidney Poitier movie, A Patch of Blue. A million thanks to [ profile] paragraphs for the beta-ing an early partial draft, and for her twitter cheerleading as I struggled to finish this.

Summary: A grieving Merlin stumbles upon a blind and friendless boy one day. And that day will change his life in ways he can’t even imagine.

Read more... )
bluecastle: (sherlock and john b/w)
Sherlock fic continues to eat my brain. Nothing new there. But all along I've been off-handedly looking for some fic where Sarah was a decently rendered character and not just the girl to get out of the way pronto in order to get the boys in bed together.

Well I came across a fic the other day where John and Sarah decide its time to include Sherlock in their relationship, and it's got great Sarah moments, great John moments, great Sherlock moments, and and every permutation of them all combined ... and its hot as hell. Also. Naval puns. Quebec will never not be funny now...

So if you need some John/Sarah/Sherlock in your weekend, give this a try :)

The Comparative Uses of Semaphore and Foghorns as Communication Devices in Manoeuvres Naval and Sexual (23133 words) by faviconPyjamapants
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sarah Sawyer/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/Sarah Sawyer, Sherlock Holmes/Sarah Sawyer/John Watson
Characters: Sarah Sawyer, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes

Sarah and John discover that inviting Sherlock Holmes into your bed requires advanced communication techniques.

bluecastle: (sherlock couch)
Title: Concerto
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Author: [ profile] valancy_joy
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, and their Granny.
Word Count: ~1350
Rating: Gen
Author’s note: This little thing sprung up from a bunny I was given on Twitter one night. I think it may have evolved from the original prompt. But here it finally is. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, the music Sherlock is playing is Shostakovich’s Concerto Number 1 in A minor for Violin, Opus 99.

story this way... )
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Here's another of the NaNo bits, cleaned up a good deal, and sparked by a discussion about whether Merlin feels lonely in this odd life of his. I'm not sure that's exactly what this ended up being about, but it's part of it.

Title: In the Lick of the Firelight, Under the Gleam of the Moon
Fandom: Merlin
Characters: Merlin, mentions of Gwaine and Arthur
Wordcount: 796
Summary: Merlin sits and thinks of Arthur. And his life. And what it all means. Set during “In the Eye of the Phoenix.” S3.E8.

story under the cut... )

This entry was originally posted at
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Title: Home is Where the Heart Is.
Characters: Ianto, Gwen, Rhys
Word Count: 1677
Rated: G for Gwen and every good thing.

In honor of Gwensday, here’s a little thing I’ve been working on and was inspired to finish. I suppose it doesn’t hurt that it makes my NaNo total for the day…  Thanks for that Gwennie.

fic hiding here under the covers... )
This entry was originally posted at
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And lo September 15th has arrived. OK, so just barely, but I have another hellacious day at work coming up and I need to get this up, and out, and all that .... so I am posting this THING. It's the work of 2 1/2 months. It has eaten my brain, and made me incapable of writing anything else while I was working on it. I'm not sure I've processed it enough to know if I learned anything from the process (although I'm sure I did) other than "long fics are long."

So here it is, this lovesong to hidden worlds. It's probably not Torchwoody enough to have a large TW readership, and not BatB enough to pull in whatever fans of that show are still around. But whatever. I always said I was writing it for me.

If you would care to read it, I would be delighted. Due to its length I put it up over on AO3. Hopefully you can comment there if you're so inclined. If not, maybe come back here and drop me a comment if you have a burning need to.

Title: Song of the Phoenix
Fandom(s): Torchwood / Beauty and the Beast (TV version)
Characters/Pairings: Jack/various O.C.s, Vincent, Father, Diana, various other O.C.s., cameo by Mouse
Rating: mature
Summary: It’s December 1991 and two men with murders on their minds meet one fateful night in New York City’s Central Park.
Warnings: Some graphic violence. For BatB fans, this is post season 3 with all the baggage that entails. For Torchwood fans, this is a decade or so before Jack would party like its 1999.
Disclaimer: The sand and the sandbox belong to CBS and the BBC. The sandcastles are mine.

Written under the auspices of [Bad username or site: @] ’s Big Ass Big Bang. I never thought I would write anything this long! Remind me of the past two months if I am ever tempted to repeat this experience/experiment… HA!

BETA: the delightful and super helpful [Bad username or site: @]
bluecastle: (ianto red smirk)

Title: They Who Sit in Darkness
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairing: Ianto, Jack, mentions of team
Rating: R
Word Count: 2500
Warnings: Dark themes. The usual sorts of trauma one finds when Torchwood is involved.
Prompt: "After the events of Cyberwoman, Ianto returns to Torchwood 3 in order to bide his time and get his revenge."

This is and isn’t the Torchwood we saw on screen, so consider this an AU.
They Who Sit in Darkness )
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Today's ficlet ... Comfort Food: Alex Eames

way back when...
Eight-year-old Alexandra Eames stood on the curb, watching the kids crowding around the Mr. Softee truck parked at the end of the block. She jammed her hands in her jeans pockets and scuffed her sneakers in the gravel by the side of the road and wished she had some of her allowance left. What she wanted to do was to sit in the maple tree in her backyard, racing to eat her popsicle before the hot summer sun melted it down her arm. She usually got yelled at for getting all sticky, but Alex didn't care -- a cold orange popsicle was one of her favorite things in the world. She would sit on a springy branch in the dappled shade of the maple leaves and imagine herself far away from the small dusty corner of Queens where she lived. But even if popsicles cost money, sitting in her tree didn't. Running around to the backyard, past her brother who was grumpily mowing the lawn with their old push mower, she jumped up to catch hold of the bottom branch of the tree and pulled herself up into the tree. In the distance she could hear the song that the ice-cream truck was playing as it drove off down the street.

some thirty years later...
Alex sat in her hospital bed, looking at the bassinet beside her. Her small, red, wrinkled nephew lay sleeping, wrapped up in a striped blanket and a small blue hat. Her partner had just left. She was still holding the musical stuffed lamb he had brought as a baby gift. For the first time since she'd arrived at the hospital she was alone with the small person she had given birth to. A child she had carried in her womb for nine months, but who she would not carry out of this hospital. Her sister and brother-in-law would have that honor. She curled up on her side and concentrated on watching the small boy she would always feel responsible for. Quietly efficient nurses came and went, checking on her and the baby, but Alex just watched on, grateful for every moment she had with him. Eventually, she realized that one of the nurses was at her side, pulling up the tray table and setting a small dish down in front of her. The nurse smiled at Alex, helped her sit up, patted her on the arm, handed her a spoon, and left the room. On the table in front of her was small bowl of orange sherbet. Alex wound the key on the lamb's back and listened to the toy as she placed it in her nephew's bassinet. Smiling to the strains of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," she slowly ate her bowl of sherbet, as she silently wished her child ... her nephew... a happy birthday.
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Once upon a time in a previous fandom ... I wrote a series of little doodads about the Law and Order: Criminal Intent characters and food.

In honor and/or memorium of the series nine premiere/finale tomorrow night... I thought I'd post one of them a day over here.

Comfort Food: Bobby )
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Title: Torpor
Sin: Sloth
Character: Owen
Word count: 100
Rated: PG

He lay there, drowsy, half-awake, eyes shut, fingers tracing random patterns over his bedmate’s skin. He listened to her soft even breaths as he buried his nose into the hair at the nape of her neck. His phone chirped. A summons ignored, he pulled the sheet over their shoulders. Half awake, she stretched, and then rolled over. He knew he should go, but chose to remain, safe, warmed by the body heat of this nameless woman. He never bothered with their names. In his head, they were always Katie.

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Title: Sins of the Flesh
Character: Jack
Sin: Lust
Word Count: 100
Summary: On the battlefield, no deaths are small. Written for week 2 over at [ profile] tw_lucky_7 .
"We mustn't," Juan whispered, the flush of his cheeks hot against Jack's lips. Jack's hands, tangled in warm wet shirt linen, stilled even as he pressed closer. "So beautiful," Jack said softly. His heated breath brushed across the sensitive contours of Juan's ear and Juan gasped before winding his fingers into Jack's hair and clumsily kissing him. Jack gently lowered the man in his arms to the grass. And there, in the shadows of a summer night beneath their downed airplane, he held a dying man in his arms, kissed away his fears, and filled his final hours with passion.

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So I came home from work today, and a drabble wrote itself...

For: [ profile] tw_lucky_7 

Title: Whisp
Author:[ profile] valancy_joy 
Sin: Pride
Character: Gwen
Word Count: 100

“You did it,” Rhys said to her as she lay in the delivery room, damp with sweat, holding their child in her arms. And exhaustion could have been her excuse for the wanderings of her mind. But all Gwen could think of as she lay there gazing down upon damp, downy hair, were all the people who would never see this child. There had been so much death. She heard the dark whispers in her mind, “you were the one who had someone left to live for…” and the nurses saw the rosy flush of shame but called it pride
bluecastle: (janto ttlm kiss "heart")
Title: Dress Right
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: R for RAWR
Word Count: 911
Warning: I have committed sexin.' That is all.

Disclaimer: The sand and the sandbox belong to the BBC. The sandcastles are mine.

Story here under the cut )
bluecastle: (ianto pinstripe)
Title: The Flat

Author: [ profile] valancy_joy 

Word Count: 5549

Characters: Ianto Jones, Lisa Hallett, Yvonne Hartman, Jack Harkness, and various Torchwood One Employees (and perhaps one Companion, you decide).

Author’s notes: Written for the [ profile] reel_torchwood  challenge. Based on the 1960 Academy Award winner for Best Picture "The Apartment" written by Billy Wilder and I.A.L. Diamond (who gets bonus points for a very original nom de plume). Original trailer here: if you're interested. I didn't have to do too much to the plot, it actually worked into the Torchwood universe rather better than I expected it to, although it's probably safe to say this is more AU than not.

Beta'd by: the marvelously helpful and dynamic duo of [ profile] stuffphile  and [ profile] misswinterhill .

Summary: Baby it's cold outside when you can't get into your own flat...not that things are all that much better when you do!

this way to the story )

bluecastle: (janto ttlm kiss "heart")
Title: Under Cover
Author: [personal profile] valancy_joy
Rating: rated "Toffee-Apple" for sweetness with bit of tartness.
Spoilers: I imagine this as sometime between Out of Time and when Jack buggers off...
a comfortable silence...
a/n: haven't written any TW fic for a while. This just sort of wrote itself this morning. I am rather fond of it.

"I can hear you thinking from all the way over here," came Jack's voice from the doorway.

Ianto smiled as he took in Jack leaning in the doorway, braces down, shirt and hair rumpled, Jack's own smile meeting his.

Jack set a bottle of water down on the table next to the bed, pulled the armchair in the corner closer to the bed, flopped into it and propped his sock feet up on the mattress next to Ianto.

"Your socks don't match," Ianto said as he shifted in the bed, propped up the pillow behind him, and took a drink of water.

"Flatterer," Jack said, laughing softly until Ianto silenced him with a hand to his ankle, fingers absently tracing the diamond patterns on Jack's mismatched argyles.

The two men looked at each other, trying to process a day in which one of them almost died, the silence between them a comfort.

"Get some sleep," Jack said finally, picking up his book from the bedside table.

"Doctor's orders?" Ianto smirked, thinking of Owen's less than polished attempts at sympathy earlier.

"I always find it's best to do what the Doctor says," Jack said finally, rubbing at his eyes.


"Get some rest. You..." Jack trailed off, leaving Ianto to finish his thought for him.

"Jack. All this," Ianto gestured around the room, "this, its ... " Again there were no words, and no need for them really.

"You need anything?" Jack asked, fingers tapping idly against the cover of his book.

"Not a thing," Ianto said, as he curled onto his side facing away from Jack, moving gently to avoid the bruises.
bluecastle: (alice laughing)
I doubt there's anyone on my flist that hasn't already had this pimped to them... but just in case ... I have to put my two cents in on this piece of epistolary brilliance by [personal profile] amand_r that I was SO pleased to have been a small part of.

If you've ever wondered what Jack keeps in that tin box of his, you MUST read this ... Reclamation


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