As of January 2010, my fic is all available on AO3. Yay, centralization. Yay also a user-sortable list, which this really isn't.


Historical

Every Land (December 2007) A novella about the Lewis and Clark expedition. Adult. Written for Yuletide 2007. Comes complete with annotated bibliography, because I'm compulsive like that.


Star Trek

Two Sides (May 2009) Across two universes, things change. And things don't change at all. Teen, sort of Uhura/Spock, just under 4,000 words. Essentially twenty years of pent-up Trek meta in narrative form (whee).


Sherlock Holmes

Primary Sources (July 2010) A Watsonian little story about gender, friendship, and textual uncertainty. Character death (and/or undeath) as you'd expect from a book-canon context. No explicit sex or violence; were I warning for anything, it would be unreliable narration. Demonstrative of my archives fetish.

Quite Enough (January 2010) It's my version of the angry bantery hurt/comfort and makeup sex scene which was obviously cut from the latter part of the 2009 film; as you can probably guess from that description, moderate spoilers and mostly movieverse, with a couple of oblique references to book canon.


Inception

Turn and Turn About (August 2010) A good consultant always wants to wrap up the job. Arthur's a very good consultant. Coda to the film; canon-dependent and, yes, spoilers. Background Arthur/Eames.


Leverage

Three Card Monte (January 2010) A Leverage gen fic with card tricks, Parker and Sophie being sly, and the kind of sublimated Parker/Hardison I hope you've come to expect from my shippy self.

Sometimes (February 2009) Parker/Hardison, 600 words, basically happy, comes complete with climbing gym and things that go beep.

Lights Off (February 2009) Parker/Hardison, 1,600 words, adult. It's a story about two people with limited social skills getting laid. Episode coda for The Stork Job.


Doctor Who and Torchwood

Towels (June 2010) It's a cheerful story (or as cheerful a story as I can do) in which Amy, Rory, and the Doctor go swimming. Adult, about 2,000 words.

Places, and Names (June 2007) Written for the "Three Wishes" challenge at tw_flashfic, it's a little interstitial between TW S1 and DW S3 that didn't entirely get Jossed when Jack came back.


Lewis

Undoing (January 2010) is about a thousand words that I wrote at the end of the second series and thought might turn into a plotty Lewis fic in which Lewis and Hathaway would solve a mystery and maybe stumble angstily into bed, but then I watched the third series and, well, they didn't. Alas! As is, it's essentially an episode coda for the second season finale.


Peter and Wendy (Peter Pan)

Wendy, to Jane (July 2009) A poem about Wendy, her daughter, and Peter Pan that wrote itself in the car on the way home one night. No warnings, as such; the level on which this disturbs me is more existential than explicit.


Saving Face

Yum Cha (December 2009) A story about trains, dumplings, difficult relatives, and what happens after the happy ending. About 3,700 words, cheerful, slightly smutty toward the end, written for Yuletide 2009.


The Sandbaggers

Operational Necessity (October 2008) A spy story, in a fandom you've probably never heard of (but you can probably follow, even if you haven't seen the source). People are sneaky. Adult, but not particularly explicit, about 4,000 words.


Blazing Saddles

Pasghetti Western (August 2009) Riding off into the sunset ain't what it used to be. Except for how it kind of is. About 1,200 words and completely tasteless.


Stargate: Atlantis

A Work of Art (October 2007) An explanation for that hideous thing on Ronon's wall. Gen, short.

A Circumstantial Narrative of the Loss of the Brig Atalanta (October 2007) Written for the sga_flashfic Criminals challenge. I had some fun with this one. Historical, in a cracked sort of way. Mild nautical language, innuendo, and explosions, about 3,500 words.

Screening (June 2006) Also from sga_flashfic, short and angsty. Gen.


Chronicles of Amber

Early Morning, Again (December 2007) Merle and Luke go running, sometime between the first and second Amber series. Gen, about 1,000 words, written for Yuletide 2007.


Short Bits

The semi-notorious Voldemort/Sauron assbaby fic, in all its quotidian glory.


Podfic

Her Tracks Are On The Land, by cofax7, read by circadienne. Supernatural, gen, teen.

Title: Primary Sources
Pairings: Watson/Morstan, Watson/OFC, but in most ways it is a Holmes and Watson story.
Rating: there's no explicit sex or violence, but I hope it's reasonably adult.
Wordcount: 4600 words

Summary: A Watsonian little story about gender, friendship, and textual uncertainty. Character death (and/or undeath) as you'd expect from a book-canon context.

I started this in about January and couldn't get it to circle back around properly at the end. So I set it aside, came back to it this week, and now I think it might be doing what I want it to do. If not, oh well, I will just have to write another story (perhaps with a beekeeping scene).

The internet is the only place I know where one can write Sauron/Voldemort assbaby fic as commentary on a recurrent social interaction management problem and doing so makes sense.

From the depths of Cofax's comment section (she says it's easier to link to if I repost, ha ha), and via an inspiring remark from legionseagle:


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"It's, well, it's very..." Lucius Malfoy frowned at the thing in the basket. It waved a pale green appendage at him and leaked something disgusting from its single giant eye.

The Witch-King of Angmar reached for a blanket embroidered with little duckies. Little duckies with horns and claws, breathing fire. ::The glorious physical expression of the great bond between our overlords is ready for his afternoon feed:: he communicated, settling the cloth over his armored elbow.

Lucius sniffed as he lifted the infant, remarkably dense for its size, and passed it to the Nazgul. "Oh, it's -- oh, my. It needs a clean nappy."

::Are all your lord's lackeys as squeamish as you are?:: the Witch-King wondered ::And if so, how do you manage to get the ritual sacrifices done in a timely fashion?:: He popped the nipple in the baby's mouth and chucked it under its almost-invisible chin as the level of the viscous red liquid in the bottle began to drop. ::There's a good baby:: he crooned. ::Drink that all up and we'll slaughter another innocent for you! Won't that be nice! I have one all nice and drippy down in the dungeon, pudding, whenever you're ready::

The baby curled a tentacle around the bottle, waving the other through the air for a moment, clenching and unclenching in time with its sucking, before it caught hold of one of the spikes on the Witch-King's helmet. The metal hissed and began smoking, drops of acid dribbling onto the Nazgul's robes. He mopped at them idly with one corner of the baby blanket and cooed at the infant.

Lucius looked away. For years, now, he'd wished Draco were...well, more what he'd been hoping for in a son. Taller. Nobler. Not constantly whinging. But. Well. Perhaps the boy wasn't so bad, considering.

Both of these bits were written last year, and I thought at the time that they might turn into the starts of bigger stories. But, well, they didn't, and rummaging through the hard drive (as one does) while I was uploading to AO3 earlier today, I thought, you know, there's really no reason not to post these. If I get back to them, I get back to them, and if not, they're both perfectly respectable stand-alone shorts, even if they are heavy on the dialogue and light on the descriptions. And they've been sitting for two to six months, and on reread neither embarrasses me, so -- hey. Out into the world with you, little fics! Have fun! Make friends!

Three Card Monte is a Leverage gen fic with card tricks, Parker and Sophie being sly, and the kind of sublimated Parker/Hardison I hope you've come to expect from my shippy self.

Undoing is about a thousand words that I wrote at the end of the second series and thought might turn into a plotty Lewis fic in which Lewis and Hathaway would solve a mystery and maybe stumble angstily into bed, but then I watched the third series and, well, they didn't. Alas! As is, it's essentially an episode coda for the second season finale.

This year for Yuletide, I wrote Yum Cha, a post-canon story for the very cute movie Saving Face. Yes, mostly this was an excuse to write a sex scene involving custard bao. My proclivities, let me own them (I also managed to work trains into this story! No mammoths, though. Alas.)

I didn't realize until yesterday that this was actually the second story I wrote last year in which people go for dim sum. Clearly, I should be brunching more often.

Well, the archive is down at the moment, so this seems like a fine time to post the results of my first day of reading.

First, of course, I got an absolutely darling Up story, told from Carl's POV, with Ellie being bright and fantastic and admirable and wise and, hey, getting actual dialogue. We'll Make It A Joint Venture is a lot of things I wanted to see in the movie and didn't, and I'm just so pleased to have it. I love the high school scene. Thank you, Yulewriter!

Funny stuff: Wait Wait Don't Eat Me is...pretty much Wait Wait Don't Tell Me and Zombies. I sat here at the breakfast table and read most of this one aloud, and I recommend that you do the same. Also quite funny (and very meta) is The Pigeon Wants A Story, in which Mo Willems' pigeon writes Yuletide. Hee. And, slightly more adult, For The Sake of a Motorized Scooter is an entertaining Flight of the Conchords story in which Brett and Jemaine once again fail at adulthood and engage in shenanigans (including huddling for warmth).

We got a really great Love and Rockets story this year, El Búho de Engranajes, in which Our Heroes are growing older and more surreal and Ray learns what Maggie's superpower is. I am impressed.

Stories in which I was impressed by the use of a historical setting (look, we all have our own reasons for liking stuff, and I will totally cop to mine): Underground, a Kavalier and Clay story which uses subways as a metaphor in ways I appreciated. Reservoirs takes Bran and Will from Susan Cooper's Dark is Rising series and recontextualizes them into modern Welsh politics; there were some things about this story which weren't very clear to me, but I liked the writer's effort to take Cooper's characters out of the deliberately-timeless world of the series.

Saddle Up is my favorite of this year's Buckaroo Banzai stories. In Which Tazendra Catches a Thief is a story set in Brust's Dragaera, in which Tazendra picks a fight with the wrong Jhereg. And I have kind of mixed feelings about Baga, a story set in the future of McKinley's Damar, in that I don't know that I buy its take on Damarian gender relations, but I do like having a slightly different take on the Northerner problem.

And there's a quite a nice story for Chabon's Gentlemen of the Road (which I totally meant to request myself, this year, but failed to); sadly, it didn't get into my bookmarks and the archive is still clonking, so you'll either have to look for yourselves or wait and see if I get around to writing another links post.

Wendy, to Jane


Peter’s the mistake we make
when we’re too young to know any better.
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Title: Lights Off
Author: Circadienne
Rating: adult
Pairing: Parker/Hardison
Summary: It's a story about two people with limited social skills getting laid. Episode coda, of sorts, for The Stork Job; minimal spoilers for that ep. With thanks to amaliedageek and cofax7 for laughing at me and telling me to post the thing already. 1,600 words.



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*adjusts little-used hat* At the end of the first day, I have eight things that I think would reward your attention, in...seven fandoms.

( Wodehouse, Danielewski, RPF-Modern Political, Stoppard, Love and Rockets, How I Met Your Mother )