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So the other day, there was this fandom!secret about how anon didn’t want the Voyage of the Dawn Treader movie because then people would do awful things like ship Lucy/Eustace (icky incest) and Lucy/Caspian (ew pedo). For one thing, I shipped Lucy/Caspian when I first read the book at, like, eight. But my immediate thought was of Reepicheep. Who was my favourite character and who my wee little self may or may not have shipped with both Lucy and Eustace :D. So congratulations anon, this is your fault.

Also, I’m so excite for the Dawn Treader movie, even though Prince Caspian was a total disappointment. Dawn Treader was my favouritest book. REEPICHEEP! THE DRAGON! DEATHWATER ISLAND! THE DUFFLEPUDS!

Title: Forbidden Things in a Nowhere World
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Eustace/Reepicheep
Rating: R
Warnings: non-explicit sex, technical bestiality? idk, it’s a sentient, sapient mouse
Word Count: 300
Summary: There’s a sort of freedom in being at sea, especially in this impossible land.
A/N )

I can't believe I wrote this )

I’m not sure I want to cross-post this. D:
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Dean)
Title: You can't always get what you want
Rating: 14A
Characters/Pairing: Dean, Castiel, Lisa; gen, with one-sided Dean/Castiel pre-slash if you tilt your head and squint (which I do)
Spoilers: 5x22
Word Count: 570
Summary: Castiel makes a choice; broken men have nothing left to give.


Also @ DW here.

Dean woke up to the sound of screaming. )
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*sigh*  Once again, Survivor takes precedence over Show.  On the bright side, it gave me time to finally post this.  I should have finished it ages ago; at least I got it in before the episode in case Cas comes back, I suppose.

Title: Your Eyes Are Open
Rating: PG-13
Characters and Pairing: Dean/Castiel pre-slash, Sam
Spoilers: 5x18
Word Count: ~2900
Summary: After Van Nuys, Castiel thinks Dean is as good as dead. So while he tries to learn to live without Dean, Sam and Dean try to find him.
A/N: Holy shit, I finally fucking finished it! This is the longest fic that I have ever actually completed, which is pretty pathetic, but wow. Possibly I have been playing too much Robot Unicorn Attack because the title is from Erasure's "Always". I'm pretty sure that song is going to be stuck in my head forever.
I totally blame that game for why I didn't finish this earlier. That, and the anon meme, which I just discovered and love.


There was dirt under his fingernails and dust in his throat. )
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Dean)

...and yet I keep doing this to myself.  Never again. 

So Point of No Return was fucking epic.  Have a completely unrelated fic.

ETA: FU formatting.  Never trying to copypasta from google docs again.
Son of ETA:  Hoshit, I actually just cross-posted a fic to a community.  Took me long enough. *is proud*

Title:  Same Old Song
Characters/Pairings: OCs, references to Team Free Will
Wordcount: ~1000
Rating: G
Summary:  In the future, some things change and some things stay the same.
Notes:  A response to [livejournal.com profile] measuringlife's prompt, we become the stories we tell about ourselves on [livejournal.com profile] comment_fic that got a bit away from me.  Title from the Kansas song, 'Dust in the Wind'.  Unbeta'd.
I was supposed to get this posted before 5x18, but failed miserably, so some of this has now been jossed. I don't think there's anything spoilery, though.

 
Hunters know better than anyone the power of stories. )
 
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)
Title: whatever this world can give
Fandom: Supernatural/Good Omens
Rating: PG
Pairing: gen, hints of Dean/Castiel and Crowley/Aziraphale if you look that way
Summary: Sam, Dean, and Cas go to steal the Colt from a demon named Crowley.
Warnings: gratuitous use of crossover, swearing, unbetaed
Spoilers: 5.09 The Real Ghostbusters
Length: 1120
Notes: I was surprised that no one wrote this after 5.09; it seemed very obvious and I was expecting that someone better than me would do it. Actually, I've been surprised and dismayed at the lack of GO crossover in this entire fandom; I would have thought it would be a very natural thing to do. I should have written this fic earlier (i.e. before 5.10), but I'm incorrigibly lazy.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke&co and Good Omens to pterry and Neil. The title is, of course, from Iron Maidens's You're My Best Friend.



Dean glanced back at Sam and Castiel as they stood in front of the suburban house with the flourishing green garden. )


At some point, I need to work up the courage to actually post to the comms.
And lj HTML? IDEK, you are so weird, I don't get you.
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)
Title: (children of tomorrow) live in the tears that fall today
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: 14A, for swearing
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Summary: An unspecified future-fic. The end of the world is too late to change some things.
Spoilers: General S5
Warnings: un-betaed
Length: 470 words
Disclaimer: If it were mine there'd be more slash. As it is, SPN belongs to CW and Kripke&Co. Title is from Black Sabbath's Children of the Grave. (Do people still use these?)
Archive Info: Do people still archive fic? It's more a usenet thing, innit? Well, if so, I'll probably say yes if you ask.
Feedback: Criticism please! Any feedback is love.

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It was only hours later, looking back on the day as he wrote in his journal, that Ianto realised that he had lied to Jack.

Jack, whom he had sworn, if only to himself, that he would never lie to.  And Ianto Jones never broke his word.

So he buried that memory, too.

When he told Jack, later, that he told him everything, Ianto was telling the truth.




So.  I like to do things to Ianto and his mind (I'm a horrible person to the characters that I love).  I'd like to write a fic, at some point, addressing the revelation of Day Five; I think it has the potential to be very dark and fucked up, but beautiful.  For now, googlebrat's Love of the Common People is canon.
I know how easy it can become to edit memories.  But things that are long buried can rush out and overwhelm you sometimes.

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ETA: Now I understand why people hate the cut tags.
ETA2:  WTF cut tag?  I finally had gotten you to work three days ago when I left here, and now I come back and you're broken again.

Title: An Easy Mistake
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Characters: OCs, Four, (so slight as to be insignificant) reference to Romana
Summary: Around the campfires, do policemen tell tales of the ghost call box?
Length: 313 words
Notes:  This has probably been done before.  Just a quick flopsy that resulted from me wondering if anyone had ever mistaken the TARDIS for a real Police call box, back when they still had them.  Not betaed.When I wrote this, I could have sworn I had read somewhere that the Police Boxes could be used to temporarily store suspects, but I can't find the reference now.  So this might actually be inaccurate.Disclaimer: Oh, please.  I haven't even been anywhere near Europe (I wish).  I use to fantasize about watching the BBC.
Archive Info: Just let me know.
Feedback:  Comments and criticism please!
 

solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)
 Here's a scene I just wrote from a fic I'm working on.  I haven't gotten this far in it yet (no where near, actually), but the scene just came to me (Ianto standing there with the fag) and I had to write it down.  And now I'm posting it because I feel like it and I'm rather fond of it.  There are oblique references in the text, but the icon is acually a hint too, to the setting (Now it's obvious).


Jack woke up to an empty bed, (sheets tucked up around his shoulders, the rumpled fabric over the mattress indicating where Ianto had lain beside him, already cold) and a gibbous moon staring down at him through the window. The moonlight cast shadows of the furniture and nameless things seemed to move in them.

He got up and crossed the room to stand naked in the window, looking down at the empty streets. He saw a movement at the end of the road and, after watching for a moment as it moved slowly away, turned away, picking up pants and shirt of the floor (probably his, only ones there) and pulling them on. He grabbed his coat off the chair before he left, closing and locking the door carefully behind him.

He found Ianto standing near the edge of the cliff that fell away to the breakers, gazing out over the ocean. The wet, tangled grasses came up nearly to his knees and he was huddled into himself, against the cold sea breeze. He cradled a cigarette in his hand and as Jack watched, he took a deep drag from it, seeming to seek warmth and comfort in it's trailing smoke.

He looked incredibly pale under the moonlight, hair and suit almost black against the white of his skin.  Ghost-like, drowned, and Jack tried to quell the morbid thought. He blinked and the image was gone, and there was Ianto, still ghostly, but oh-so-beautiful, lone figure against the desolate heath and endless dark ocean.

After a few more moments of watching, Jack approached Ianto, quiet, but careful to make just enough noise so that the Welshman would know someone was coming. Ianto stiffened, his fingers tightening around the cigarette, and Jack paused a few feet away. Without turning his head, Ianto reached back slowly with his left hand, until his fingers brushed against the familiar fabric of Jack coat and he relaxed, letting out a measured breath before taking another drag from the cigarette. Jack stepped closer, Ianto's hand still curled around the edge of his coat, and wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on the other man's shoulder. Ianto's body relaxed into the embrace, leaning back against him.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"That doesn't make it right."



Oh gods, the formatting.  Copying from Notepad's going to be a fucking nightmare isn't it, unless I find a better way to do this.  Because there's no way I'm abandoning notepad, I like it too much (fixedsys FTW!).
I love writing in notebooks with my fountain pens, but for some reason, I just write much better on the computer *sigh*.

I also love the night.  I've wished for as long as I can remember that I could be nocturnal.  I still hope that someday I'll be able to do it, at least for a little while.  Oh well, sleepy tiem nao.

solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)
The Earth was in trouble, and the Doctor never came.  So Jack blames the deaths of Ianto and Stephen on him.

Jack said, once, that the next time he saw the Doctor, he was going to kiss him and then he was going to kill him.

This time, he doesn't care to kiss him.  Jack wonders what it will take to kill the Doctor, and he waits.
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Jack/Ianto)
Jack would never admit to himself that he was running away to forget.

The Doctor never mentioned it because he knew that Jack would kill anyone who did--that he had done.

Fic-bearer

Jul. 10th, 2009 08:49 pm
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)
Here's another fic while I wait for my Day Five download to finish.

Title: One more minute
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Pairing: gen
Summary: Some things in the Hub need saving.
Warnings: character death :P
Spoilers: Children of Earth: Day One
Length: 250
Notes:Spoilery )
Disclaimer: I am not RTD et. al.  Case in point: Day Four.
Feedback: Criticism please!

The fic is hiding from the rest of CoE too. Can't say I blame it. )


Edited for spelling!fail.

solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Jack/Ianto)
I'm not capable of approaching Day Four fic yet, so here's a post-Day One. 
Regarding Four, I can only say how amazingly accurate much of fandom's interpretation of Jack and Ianto's relationship was, which I will try to talk about later, along with everything else.
In other news, I'm still living in denialville and am terrified for tonight's ep, which is downloading.
I should probably start posting to comms at some point.

Title: Repetitions on a Theme
Rating: PG
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Nothing really.  Vague Jack/Ianto, past Ianto/Lisa
Disclaimer: Are these things really worth anything anyway?  1. I am not brilliant enough to come up with these characters and stories, and 2. Day Four.
Summary: Ianto's been through too much destruction.
Spoilers: Day One
Wordcount: 230
Author's Notes:  I would have rather that the beginning of Day Two focused on Ianto instead of Gwen.
Feedback: Criticism please!

Snazzy cut hides fic )

Fic!

Jun. 26th, 2009 05:56 pm
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)
My counsellor is encouraging me to write fanfiction.  That's...kind of awesome.  Then again, I'm not sure she realises how much of a crazy nerd I am.

Anyway, I wrote this a few months ago and just found it in one of my old notebooks.

Also, I should really get an icon.

Title: Shadows Now
Rating: G
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Pairing: gen; Magneto/Xavier implied
Disclaimer: Are these things really worth anything anyway? If I owned the Marvel characters, X3 would have gone a lot differently.  And I would have more money.
Summary: Magneto blames himself for Charles Xavier's death.
Spoilers: X3
Wordcount: 294
Author's Notes:  I kept expecting to get a shot of Magneto watching from afar.
Feedback: Criticism please!


Shadows Now )
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)

First post!

I'd been putting off posting until I had fic to post, but this idea struck me as I was watching the fireworks tonight.  I love the atmosphere at a carnival and I felt like Jack and Ianto fit into it perfectly; I think I'd like to write more fics set at one.
So here's a little something for Victoria Day and long live the Queen.
Happy Victoria Day.

Title: Victoria Day
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Wordcount: 111
Rating: G
Notes: I realise that Great Britain doesn't celebrate Victoria Day, but I didn't know that when I thought of this.  I think it's a nice idea anyways that Torchwood would choose to celebrate it because Queen Victoria was their founder, and I imagine that after all that Cardiff has to put up with with regards to frequent mayhem and destruction, Torchwood would want to give them a holiday to thank the city and to apologise.
 
 
Fire streaked across the sky and the crack of gunpowder rang across the park, and it was nice, for once, to be able to appreciate it.  So on this day in honour of the organisation's founder, Torchwood tried to give back to the people of Cardiff and apologise for the rest of the year, when the explosions weren't quite so harmless or on purpose.
 
Jack leaned back against Ianto and said, "It's surprising, really, how many races don't appreciate the simple beauty of fireworks."
 
Ianto smiled softly as they gazed heavenwards, wrapped his arms around him, and told Jack that he loved him, the whisper drowned out by the thundering blasts.


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