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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

valancy_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
Summary:

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

I'm well on my way to 750 words a day for the past 7 days (counting today). I'm still not sure how true for me, "write every day and you'll write more" is. But. But. I churned out that drabble yesterday (or was that the day before? I am in a time fog lately). And I just now wrote this little thing, the opening line of which came to me in the car driving in to work this morning.

Committing to a daily writing practice has been good so far! And if I do 750 words a day for the month of July I'll have written 23,250 words. That's twice what I need for my Mandr's Big Bang Story. So that's my goal. Spend July writing, and August editing, and presto, hopefully a story at the end of it.

Oh, and have this little Jack and Ianto thing, whatever it is...

Sitting in the pub, a couple pints in, with an eye on the dismal news footage flashing across the television set in the corner, Ianto sighs and says vaguely in Jack's direction, "Do we ever stop going to war?"

It's the kind of question he doesn't usually bother with. Straight answers aren't Jack's forte after all, but he's tired, and settling into a pleasant alcohol haze, and he asks because he can. Whether or not to answer is up to Jack, and they'll go on just the same if he does or doesn't.

Jack snags the open packet of crisps on the table, leans back, props his feet up on the bench on the opposite side of the booth and sighs.

Ianto is adept at reading Jack's silences, and figures he has as much of an answer as he's likely to get.

"I'll get us another round, shall I?" he asks as he slides out of the booth.

"And get some more of these..." Jack says waving the crisp packet and smiling up at Ianto.

Whatever the future holds, Ianto decides, the present is so much more important, and he intends to make the most of it.

Current Mood: drained

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 )

Current Mood: naughty

While I'm thinking thinky thoughts about who I am as a writer (feel free to chime in if YOU know. I'm not sure I've figured it out) I thought I'd stick a request out there. In the week leading up to mah birfday ... I find myself wanting fics which deal with how/why/when/whyever Ianto 'went gay'/fell in love/came under the influence/decided to sleep with of Jack (actually I guess those are all different fics sort of, but hopefully you know what I mean).

I've read a lot of pretty satisfying post-Cyberwoman fics which deal with the suspension and Jack and Ianto forgiving each other and leading up to the oh so delicious hand-on-shoulder in Small Worlds (which might have been the moment I fell in love with Jack/Ianto, you know. It's so intimate, given all they've just been through).

But have you read/written/do you know of fics that look at Ianto's thoughts etc and his developing "relationship" with Jack? Like ones that really delve into the interpersonal connections between the two, not just 'was it before or after TKKS they started sleeping together?' That's part of it sure. But when and why does this professedly straight guy, with a disabled girlfriend, start to think about Jack as more than a means to an ends. Season One. Season Two? Pre-season? After Myfanwy and those pheremones?

I mean ... WHY Jack? Why is it "just him" ??? Has anyone really really explored this?

If you think you know of fic that apply... drop me a comment. Wouldja?

Current Mood: curious

Title: Under Cover
Author:

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...
Summary: 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.

"Jack?"

"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.

Current Mood: lonely

functioning on about four hours sleep here... but I woke up not being able to NOT think about THAT scene between Jack and Ianto during day three.

let me see if I can put the random thoughts into any kind of order.

( this way to the meta-y thoughts... )

Title: The Spaces Between
Pairing(s)/ Characters: Jack/Ianto
Warning(s): The MPAA would say this was NC-17. But, really... it's Jack and Ianto, being intimate (in all kinds of ways). Draw your own conclusions.
Word Count: 2,006
Disclaimer: The sand and the sandbox belong to the BBC. The sandcastles are mine.
Summary: What they say, when they don't say anything at all.

a/n: I started this piece out with a title in my head -- "Five Conversations that Jack and Ianto Had That No Else One Heard." But apparently my muses had a slightly different story in mind. This is what emerged.

( Read more... )

a/n: found the need for a little jack/ianto lovin' here this evening... trying to write exactly 100 words is hard, but I think I should do more dabbling ... er... drabble-ing, as this was fun to write.

Repair

Suddenly, in stolen moments in shadowy nooks one would press the other firmly against the solid brick walls, lingering in long, slow, life-affirming kisses, finding security in the solidness of the architecture and the steady beat of their hearts.

There was no need for words. They sought only to elicit soft sighs of satisfaction as lips and teeth explored sensitive spots, and large warm hands wound their way amongst crisp cotton shirts, unerringly finding their way to well known pleasure points.

Sensualists both, they would taste and touch, eyes closed, reveling in the comforts to be found in these rough intimacies.

Current Mood: cold
Current Location: TGIF

Title: Intime, part 2
Pairing(s)/ Characters: Ianto/Lisa; Jack and Ianto (the early days); the Torchwood teams with and without Suzie; assorted dinosaurs, aliens, and Weevils.
Word Count: 7,639
Warning(s): Some language, and a bit of sexin' in the storage room.
Possible Spoilers: Set over a time period that runs from before “Everything Changes” to “Countrycide” with a soupcon of “Fragments.”
Disclaimer: The sand and the sandbox belong to RTD the BBC. The sandcastles are mine.

(apologies for any wacky formatting... blame LJ for giving me fits!)
( the rest of the story... )( the rest of the story... )

Title: Intime
Pairing(s)/ Characters: Ianto/Lisa; Jack and Ianto (the early days); the Torchwood teams with and without Suzie; assorted dinosaurs, aliens, and Weevils.
Word Count: 7,639
Warning(s): Some language, and a bit of sexin' in the storage room.
Possible Spoilers: Set over a time period that runs from before “Everything Changes” to “Countrycide” with a soupcon of “Fragments.”
Disclaimer: The sand and the sandbox belong to RTD the BBC. The sandcastles are mine.

While it took on a life of its own, it was prompted by the word --
Intime: [an-teem] [French, from Old French, from Latin intimus, innermost; see intimate.] 1.) Adjective [life, diary] private; [friend, relationship] intimate; [gathering] intimate; [conversation] private; [dinner] quiet; [room] cosy GB, cozy US; [knowledge] intimate. 2.) Noun, masculine & feminine close friend.

Summary: A growing web of betrayals and the intimate moments of trust woven amongst them.

(with apologies for any wacky formatting... LJ's fightin' me...)

( fic found here... )

Series Title: A Gentleman's Gentleman
Chapter: 9/9
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Word Count: ~3,500

click here to go back to Chapter One

“Every Savage Can Dance – Two Steps Back, One Step Forward”

“The valet and waiting-maid are placed near the persons of the master and mistress, receiving orders only from them, dressing them, accompanying them in all their journeys, the confidants and agents of their most unguarded moments, of their most secret habits, and of course subject to their commands, -- even to their caprices; they themselves being subject to erring judgment, aggravated by an imperfect education. All that can be expected from such servants is polite manners, modest demeanor, and a respectful reserve, which are indispensable. To these, good sense, good temper, some self-denial, and consideration for the feelings of others… will be useful qualifications.” -- Mrs. Isabella Beeton’s Book of Household Management, 1861. Duties of the Valet, chapter 2234.

“The routine of his evening duty is to have the dressing room and study, where there is a separate one, arranged comfortably for his master, the fires lighted, candles prepared, dressing-gown and slippers in their place, and aired, and everything in order that is required for his master’s comforts.” –- Duties of the Valet, chapter 2242.

Jack leaned back in the tub, luxuriating in the hot, steamy bathwater. The lights were low, and Ianto was humming a soft waltz to himself as he picked up Jack’s clothes from the bathroom floor. The tune was one that had been played during many fancy dinners, in many times, and Jack found himself floundering in time a bit. As he lay in the bath, eyes closed, listening, he saw in his mind a house party long ago, and a beautiful girl with whom promises had been exchanged.

( The story continues here... )

Current Mood: hopeful
Current Location: here with my laptop

Title: Chapter Eight – Green Eyed Monsters
Series: A Gentleman's Gentleman
Summary: Ianto may not be jealous... but he does get even...
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
A/N: a/n: way back when, I had suggestions to include grumpy UNIT officers. Here you go. Mostly I just wanted to take a look at Jack and Ianto from another's perspective.
Words: 1716

find the start of the series here

( Read more... )

Current Mood: stressed
Current Location: buried under paperwork

Title: A Gentleman’s Gentleman, Chapter 7/?
Rating: R for some disturbing imagery…
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Summary: There are no vacations in Ianto’s subconscious
Un-beta-ed

jump back to chapter one

WARNING -- this dream imagery ended up creeping me out, and I wrote it. If you have a low squick tolerance, skip down past the italics…

Chapter 7 – Contradictions

( bad dreams this way... )

chapter eight

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Location: in a messy livingroom

Title: Belted
Rating: PG
Spoilers: A bit of DW, and a bit of Fragments...
**The bunnies wouldn't let me out of the hutch until I had written this. Un-beta-ed.

a/n: a little fic-a-doodle bunny that wouldn’t let me go once I rewatched “The Long Game” and realized there was something familiar about Jack’s final outfit on the gamestation…

Jack was well into his sixth brandy, feet up on his desk, head back, listening to some melancholy old Hoagy Carmichael song.

( Read more... )

Current Mood: moody
Current Location: hanging with hoagy...

A Gentleman’s Gentleman – Chapter Five

Title: A Gentleman’s Gentleman
Chapter: 5 of ?
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-13 for some bad words
Summary: In which Jack contemplates lovers old and new.

( Chapter Five -- Understandings )

Chapter Six here

Back to Chapter One...

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Location: far from bed

So... I start this lj so I can "encourage" myself to write more... and then live theater comes along and eats my brain. This show I'm in runs until Saturday night, so hopefully then I can get back to doing something other than just reading other people's stuff. Not that that's not wonderful and all...

but until then, here's another doodlie that I posted over on ff.net a while back -- yet ANOTHER post Cyberwoman fic (but who doesn't love those?)

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4371573/1/Woven_Threads

Plus I need to get back to finishing my multi-chapter piece "A Gentleman's Gentleman" -- I can't leave Jack and Ianto stranded in a country estate in Scotland... I know they feel like the UNIT conference is taking forever, but it really shouldn't. And Ianto has such lovely things planned for Jack for their last night :0)

first three chapters start here:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4385220/1/A_Gentlemans_Gentleman

meanwhile back to drama drama in a little show that in my head has come to be thought of as... "I Know Why the Caged Mockingbird is Dead"

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Location: about to leave work (soon I hope)

ok, so after re-re-re-reading this, and after some very kind, very constructive criticism, I reworked this a bit, and thought I'd throw it up here on the off chance anyone is interested in the edits...

A New Day Dawns -- VERSION II

( revised edition here... )

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: someplace naps aren't allowed....

Title: A New Day Dawns
Author: valancy_joy
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Words: 879
A/N: Set somewhere in the vicinity of KKBB, after Jack’s return of course… got a bit floofier than I intended, but sod all these two make me happy…
Un-beta-ed

Summary: In which things are not easy when Jack returns …

( read on... )

Current Mood: drained
Current Location: on the way out the door

Title: I Can’t Exactly Send Him My Resume Can I?
Rating:G
Genre:Humor(ish)
Summary: A desperate Ianto tries to find a way to get a job at Torchwood 3. Sort of a missing fragment from Fragments, but I didn't have it in me to do the dark and angsty version of this that I could have written...

a/n: There are bunnies all around me today, but the one from yesterday had me wondering about why Ianto would change into a suit to capture a pterodactyl. It sorta went from there. Rather a fluffy bunny, but with a few dark spots. (Spotted plot bunny?) It is what it is, a little Friday fun.

( This way to the story... )

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: la la land

Title: Upgrading the Dream
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Set in the hours after Cyberwoman.

Summary: Wherein nightmares begin to fade.

a/n: I posted a previous draft of this over at ff.net… but I’ve reworked it since then, and it’s stronger now. Let it serve as my introduction. I’m very new to LJ and this community, but deeply bewitched by all things Torchwood … especially Jack and Ianto.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
--Langston Hughes

( this way, please... )

Current Mood: hungry

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fanfiction: Torchwood, “The Spaces Between”

Torchwood drabble -- Repair

Torchwood Fic -- Intime, Part 2

Torchwood Fic -- Intime

A Gentleman's Gentleman - Chapter 9

A Gentleman's Gentleman - Chapter 8

Torchwood Fic : A Gentleman's Gentleman -- Chapter Seven

Torchwood ficlet -- Belted

A Gentleman's Gentleman -- chapter 5

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