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Title: Rosa Mystica
Chapter: 6/?
Written by: dancingbarefoot
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Beta: None but if anyone’s interested let me know.
Rating: PG up to R, we’ll see as it goes.

A/N: I’m a Romanov and Royalty buff and so decided to mix that with Torchwood and here we go.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended and the real folks in this own themselves.
A/N2: Slight timeframe change, the conclave is in 1920 due to my re-checking dates on Prince Louis, aka he died in 1921

Memories of the Past )
dancingbarefoot: (Ianto Forever)
Title: Rosa Mystica
Chapter: 5/?
Written by: dancingbarefoot
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Beta: None but if anyone’s interested let me know.
Rating: PG up to R, we’ll see as it goes.

A/N: I’m a Romanov and Royalty buff and so decided to mix that with Torchwood and here we go.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended and the real folks in this own themselves.
A/N2: Slight timeframe change, the conclave is in 1920 due to my re-checking dates on Prince Louis, aka he died in 1921

Of Memories )
dancingbarefoot: (Ianto Forever)
Ianto was standing in the middle of Jack’s office, Tosh having put the projector away and Jack looked at him from the doorway, the other man’s brow was furrowed as he concentrated on his coffee. The look on his face was amusing the Captain for no other reason than to see Ianto this lost in a train of thought meant there was something deep about to come out when he was asked about what he was thinking.

Use of Prompt Word )
dancingbarefoot: (China Girl)
Because they come at me at weird moments and leave bunnies in my head from the slightest provocation.

I've had bunny requests for Torchwood takes on Buffy's Once More With Feeling and last night hit me with a sledge hammer for a request for now a take on Xena's Bitter Suite.

I hate my muses *le sigh*
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Title: Rosa Mystica
Chapter: 4/?
Written by: dancingbarefoot
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Beta: None but if anyone’s interested let me know.
Rating: PG up to R, we’ll see as it goes.
A/N: I’m a Romanov and Royalty buff and so decided to mix that with Torchwood and here we go.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended and the real folks in this own themselves.

Strawberries and Decaf )
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Title: Jack's Memory Book
Chapter: 2/30
Written by: dancingbarefoot
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Beta: None but if anyone’s interested let me know.
Rating: PG up to R, we’ll see as it goes.
A/N: Using the prompts from [profile] redismycolour to stir the muses.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended and the real folks in this own themselves.


He sits cross legged in his bed, his fingers rubbing the grain of the leather this way and then that way before deciding that he feels like he had gathered enough courage to turn the page and go to Day Two.

Day two had come about after he had made the decision to leave the planet, the touring having come to an end in the storage container with the remainder of Ianto’s things.

It was a simple scrap of paper in Ianto’s writing, lyrics from a song that had been playing on the radio at his flat the first morning he had stayed the whole night through.

”Winter” )
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I had tried to do this before and for some reason, I just let it go and so to poke my writing muse with a dull spoke if nothing else, I'm going to try doing it in September *G*

Title: Jack's Memory Book
Chapter: 1/30
Written by: dancingbarefoot
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Beta: None but if anyone’s interested let me know.
Rating: PG up to R, we’ll see as it goes.
A/N: Using the prompts from [profile] redismycolour to stir the muses.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended and the real folks in this own themselves.

There is a small red book, not bigger than a hand span that is safely tucked in amongst the bits and bobs of Jack’s things that he carries with him from place to place. At first glance it appears that he has finally found some sort of peace, some religion finally catching that tiny place in him that requires forgiveness.

But instead the tiny book has space for 30 days as its intent.

He has filled it with 31 specific memories, a rosary if you would, so that finally he could remember without tears of pain, but instead of smiles.

Of Carnivals and of Memories )
dancingbarefoot: (Flatiron Building)
Title: Rosa Mystica
Chapter: 4/?
Written by: dancingbarefoot
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Beta: None but if anyone’s interested let me know.
Rating: PG up to R, we’ll see as it goes.
A/N: I’m a Romanov and Royalty buff and so decided to mix that with Torchwood and here we go.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended and the real folks in this own themselves.

Cliff Notes )
dancingbarefoot: (Ianto Forever)
Title: Rosa Mystica
Chapter: 3/?
Written by: dancingbarefoot
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Beta: None but if anyone’s interested let me know.
Rating: PG up to R, we’ll see as it goes.
A/N: I’m a Romanov and Royalty buff and so decided to mix that with Torchwood and here we go.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended and the real folks in this own themselves.

Conclaves )
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Title: Rosa Mystica
Chapter: 2/?
Written by: dancingbarefoot
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Beta: None but if anyone’s interested let me know.
Rating: PG up to R, we’ll see as it goes.
A/N: I’m a Romanov and Royalty buff and so decided to mix that with Torchwood and here we go.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended and the real folks in this own themselves.

I swear we have an archivist )
dancingbarefoot: (China Girl)
I'm a huge Monarchy geek, specializing in the Romanovs and had tried to write something before involving Ianto/Jack and a reincarnation tying them together. But too big of an idea and not really enough information on the Grand Duke that I was using for inspiration. So I put it aside and started squeeing over Beth's Tsarverse starting.

But it woke the bug in my head up again and here we go with my own Russian Verse.

Title: Rosa Mystica
Written by: dancingbarefoot
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Beta: None but if anyone’s interested let me know.
Rating: PG up to R, we’ll see as it goes.
A/N: I’m a Romanov and Royalty buff and so decided to mix that with Torchwood and here we go.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended and the real folks in this own themselves.

A Story Has To Start Somewhere )
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Missy *points to icon* is the first dog that I've owned on my own.

She's 2 and a combination of shih-tzu and poodle. For the first six months of her life I was told that she was healthy and perfect. Until she had her pre-op spay bloodwork done and at that time we learnt that she had a high ALT level.

Many blood tests and bile acid tests and ultrasounds later, we had a diagnosis of liver shunt. Which would require surgery to put a band around the shunt (which we were told at the time of the ultrasound was seen loud and clear)

Lo and behold, after the surgery ... there wasn't an external shunt, what it *was* was an condition called Microvascular Dysplasia or MVD for short. That it was several internal little shunts and to band them all would require her liver being cut open and it was compared to trying to find an air bubble in a chunk of cheese.

Translated: she'd bleed to death on the table.

So here we are almost a year later (End of October will be a full year) and she's still here. It can be controlled with diet and meds and to those who told me that she'd die before her first year, I can say you're not always right.

I've learnt that it's okay to tell the Vet that they don't always know what's right. To stand up for what you've seen in your dog because if they have a liver condition, massive shots all at once would make things worse instead of trying to make it better.

I never understood why people would refer to their dogs as heart dogs, but then she came into my life and now I do.

My enjoyments in life are many, but my greatest are reading, writing, listening to music and her.

And that is the end of my first post about m'girl.
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Pullo walks in and Pullo walks out, Vorenus unaware of how many times since Niobe died that the big man had done this, but by Juno, he didn't truly care.

But that voice makes him pause, makes him rise even in his grief and in Antony's harsh tones, he doesn't think ... merely acts.

He stands, unable to look him in the eye when the muscle memory has him in thrall of him. Antony's breath on his skin sending the very hairs to rise. Even when he hears him say that he is his master, by sacred oath, it is all he can do to function, even when he remembers other nights.

He starts but stills under the glare of the man who was his master, that fucking seductive voice working it's magic like a whore, even cooing how no man is above redemption, not even him.

It is all he can do to stand as Antony's hand cups his cheek, not in heat of passion, but of something else entirely.
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It was when they were cleaning up Tosh's desk that Jack found the tiny silver chain with the charms on it.

He sat with it for a moment, moving it every so often just so in order to hear the soft musical sounds and smiled as he noted the various charms. It was as he laid it out on the desk in front of her computer that Gwen came past and saw what he was doing. It was as she peeped over his shoulder and saw what it was that she began to speak.

"She picked it up one day as we were coming back from lunch." Gwen explained, her fingers moving as well over the tiny charms. "That one there was for faith." She replied, examining the silver and crystal cross. "The pink circle was just because she liked that shade of pink."

Jack nodded and pointed to the next one. "What about that then?" Gwen chuckled. "All charm bracelets she said should have a small dog on it. The yellow was for hope."

"And this one?" Ianto replied as he came over with their coffees.

"That one she said was because she was good at breaking through computer secrets." Gwen replied wisely. "Hence the lock and key."

Ianto peeked at the next one. "Peace because that was what we work towards as a goal right or is it because it's the same shade of pink?"

Gwen chuckled and bussed his cheek. "Both."

Jack called the next one. "For luck yeah?"

She shook her head. "Because she said you had horseshoes coming out of your ass."

Ianto coughed, or rather it appeared he was covering up a laugh as he turned away from them a moment.

"A bra?"

Gwen grinned. "With matching slip because a girl must always be prepared."

Jack's eyebrows rose. "Isnt that the boy scouts?"

Ianto saved them all by simply raising his glass. "Here's to Tosh and her love of whimsy."

The others raised theirs. "Amen."

Dreamscape

Sep. 2nd, 2010 09:17 pm
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There's a piece of music from BSG that's titled "Kara Remembers" that stuck in my head for like a good month after I heard it on the show.

This is the result of that.

Title: Dreamscape
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Rhys
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: Storms and Booze = Strange things to the mind.



The dream always begins the same no matter where he is. )
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Just importing some of my writing over here that amused me.

Jack In A Cat )
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For those who come across my journal here, let me introduce myself.

Sixes and Sevens )