Jellopubes. Candy_Belle's Scribbles - Questioning the past (1/3) Candy_Belle's Scribbles - Good idea at the time (1/5) Moving In by Calico. Art is the Weapon - Fic: How the Hell Did We Get Here... Soera: Fanfic - Something You Play [Torchwood: Ianto] Title: Something You PlayRating(s): PG-13Pairing(s)/Character(s): Ianto-centric; mentions of Ianto/Lisa and Jack/Ianto pre-slashSummary: Ianto hasn’t finished atoning.Warning(s): Spoilers for Cyberwoman and Countrycide.
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Alien hijacking Ianto’s body (not sure if the loss of control warrants a trigger warning? Let me know if it does!). Author's Notes: Set roughly around the time of Greeks Bearing Gifts.ETA: This fic now has a sequel, A Hat to Cover Your Heart. Something You Play Is life something you play? One of these days, Ianto thinks sourly to himself, he’s going to shoot out those bloody alarms. They’re empty-handed, which either means that he’ll soon be sent out on clean-up duty, or they’d lost their alien friend. “Ianto!” All right, maybe not. “Sure about that?” Ianto silently takes Jack’s greatcoat and heads to his office to hang it up.
“Coffee, sir?” The grinding of the door mechanisms is clearly audible even over the alarms. “We’ve gone into lock-down!” Jackxianto: Fic: Underneath It All. Title: Underneath It AllAuthor: genagirlRating: PG13 (kissing)Summary: Ianto always wears suits.
What is he covering up? A/N: First TW fic - normally I write in House fandom. I hope I caught them the way others see them. No beta used, per usual for me. “Damn!” “We seem to have burst a conduit,” Ianto replied. “So we’re going to bake all day?” “I believe the correct terminology would be steam,” Ianto pointed out, ignoring the two fingered salute Owen offered with a bland smile. “It’ll ruin my experiments, not to mention play havoc with Tosh’s computers,” Owen whinged. “I am endeavoring to fix it.” “Any luck?” “No, Jack,” Ianto panted. “You look hot,” Jack noted, adding, “And not in a good way. “Let’s get you out of this waistcoat,” Jack said and began to unbutton it. Live Till Morning, a torchwood fanfic. Live Till Morning Another post Countricide fic.
Obviously this does not fit in with my Home series post Countricide stories. It is completely different, but if I hadn't stopped this where I did, it would have started to get very similar because once the hurting is over, the comforting becomes pretty much standard. I wrote this because something bad happened to someone I care about and I just felt the need for industrial strength angst at the time. Which is what you got. Usual Disclaimer, my story, other people's characters. Non Linear by winterhill. Ianto Jones died on a Monday night at exactly six thirty-seven p.m.
This wouldn’t have been so remarkable if not for the fact that Ianto Jones was fated to exist for longer than almost any dead man in the known multiverse. This is his story. 1. Death The bullet hit him in the chest. “No, no, no, no,” Jack was crooning. “You shot me,” said Ianto, astounded, in pain. “It was an accident...please, please,” breathed Jack.
“Love you,” slurred Ianto. As far as last words went, he’d really hit the jackpot (so to speak). Permanent Ink - TW Fic: The Measure of Our Sorrows. Title: The Measure of Our SorrowsAuthor: nancybrownCharacters: Jack, Ianto (team mentioned)Rating: RWords: 2800Warnings: (highlight to read) discussion of: suicide, depression, dismemberment, sexual assault Beta: bookwormsarahSummary: "You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved.
"AN: What do you know? I did have a post-Countrycide story in me. Standalone. Jack heard the water running.The plumbing had been installed piecemeal over the years, Victorian yielding to modern only reluctantly. Edwina was long gone. Also, water. Everyone had been told to go home and stand down yesterday and today. He grabbed his mug and wandered downstairs. He waited out of sight for a moment, which would allow whoever it was to grab a towel. "And now we … " Anfarwol - Heat. Libéré de mon esprit - Hidden In Plain Sight (1/1) Title: Hidden In Plain Sight Rating: 15 Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto Spoilers: Everything up to 1x04 (incl.
DW S2 finale) Warnings: Situations; Implied pain/violence Summary: There was a piece of Ianto Jones’ history that had been wiped from his records. Every trace of it was gone from his paperwork and had been buried for the past nine months. It would’ve stayed there if Jack hadn’t taken Ianto’s ‘secret project’ as a personal offence. Disclaimer: The boys don't belong to me, RTD and BBC own 'em (lucky sods) Author's Note: I had this idea a while ago, dunno what brought it on, but it returned to me earlier and I finished writing it up! Hidden In Plain Sight There was a piece of Ianto Jones’ history that had been wiped from his records. When, after a long and hard day of constantly changing his mind, he visited Ianto’s flat, he thought he knew all there was to know about him once more. He let himself into the flat after ten minutes of unanswered knocking. Catherine - Torchwood Fic - Blinkers.
Title: BlinkersAuthor: Blackbird SongChallenge: PridePairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto; TeamRating: Teen (swearing)Spoilers: 2x04 ‘Meat’Warnings: Mention of things not suitable for emetophobes.Summary: Gwen might have to re-evaluate certain assumptionsAuthor’s Notes: Written ages ago for the lovingthecoat "Pride" challenge and reposted here for purposes of completion.
Many thanks to sarcasticchick for the suggestion on naming Tosh's handheld device, caladria for the Brit-check on an article of clothing worn by Owen, the Torchwood Writers' Union for general hand-holding and character discussion, and my husband for the beta. All remaining errors are mine. Dedicated with thanks and respect to nightspring, whose conversation with me in this thread inspired this fic. “Give Rhys my love, and I will see you tomorrow.” She gathered herself together and walked through the cog door, Jack’s words roiling through her mind every bit as much as they’d done when they'd parted.
“But we understand how you feel—” Catherine - Torchwood Fic - In Your Image - Part One. Author: Blackbird SongArtist: tamdaSeries' Included: Allusions to S1 and S2 and a character in Miracle Day.
Takes place before CoE.Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Gwen Cooper and others.Pairings: Jack/Ianto; Gwen/Rhys implied.Gen/Het/Slash: SlashWarnings: Graphic descriptions of bloody violence.Rating: R-ish (Violence, swearing)Word Count: 17,750-ish. (MS Word lies)Betas: My husband for the overall stuff and smirnoffmule for suggestions on Welsh namecalling/nicknames in school.Summary: Jack and Ianto sitting in a tree: Torchwood-style.Author's Notes: Written for the tw_bigbang challenge of 2011.
Tamda. I'm all the way up here. "Iahnto! " Ianto sucks in a huge draft of air, hurtling through time to the sofa in the Hub. "Ianto, don't move! " Ianto freezes. And then a breeze catches him – one that smells of wood and moss, and hasn't the slightest trace of indoors about it. Alex's Fic Journal - Torchwood Fic: Servant-Hearted, 1/1. Title: Servant-Hearted Pairing: Jack/Ianto Rating: NC-17 for the sex, baby.
Warnings: Sex, mild kink. Summary: Ianto needs something; Jack is determined to find out what. A/n: A fluffy little pornlet, written to cleanse the palate after "Comfortable Horrors" and to shamelessly mash some of my favorite kink buttons, which is to say for kink that's gentle and fun and affectionate (something there isn't enough of, in this fandom, IMHO). Rexluscus for cheerleading and beta. Jack leans against the railing to watch Ianto giving the coffee machine a final polish. Ianto goes still for a moment, then looks up at him and smiles.