Title: Imprint on the Bedsheets
Author: blissfullyd
Word Count/Size of art: just shy of 7000
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, mentions of Tosh/Adam, Gwen/Rhys
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Who can you trust when you can’t trust your own mind?
Warnings: Minor character death
Setting/Time: Takes place after Meat, roughly when Adam would have occurred.
Beta: Great big thanks to ( Read more... )

Notes: I got voted out of jack_ianto_las this week, so I decided to post all of the fics I wrote for this round.
Disclaimer: I do not own and am not making money from this.

Title:Lie to Me
Rating: pg
Warnings: None
Summary: Sometimes Ianto wondered how long they would have to keep lying before they were comfortable with the truth.
Prompt: The right time to ( Read more... )

Title: Shadows Bring the Starlight
Rating: Teen
Summary: Ianto Jones felt like something was missing. He wasn’t certain what it was, but he was certain it was important.
Setting: AU after Season 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing, certainly not Torchwood.
A/N: Written for torchwood_fest for megans_writing. Thank you to penelope_tweed for helping me wade through my mess of ideas and to czarina_kitty for super ( Read more... )

Title: Those You've Known
Rating: All Ages
Summary: Torchwood One was nothing if not thorough.
Setting: AU after Season 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing, certainly not Torchwood.
A/N: Written for torchwood_fest for megans_writing. Thank you to penelope_tweed for helping me wade through my mess of ideas and to czarina_kitty for super last minute the beta. Title comes from "Those You've Known" from the ( Read more... )

Title: All That Glitters
Rating: pg
Summary: Not all movies are created equal.
Warnings: Angst writer doing fluff?
Notes: Written for redisourcolor challenge #007, Bond, James Bond: "Oh you have got to be joking" and the words popcorn, twilight, rain.
Disclaimer: Do not own. Am not making money. I have no money, so suing me would be pretty pointless.
A/N: Thanks to ( Read more... )

 
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It was a ratty motel room, but for twenty-four bucks a night, Sasha didn’t figure he could complain to the management. All of the money in his pocket had gotten him two nights in this fleabag motel, a greasy meal from the diner down the road that he had barely touched, and two cups of the world’s worst coffee. All that and seventeen cents to spare ( Read more... )