Title: Strike a Pose
Author:
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None
Genre: N/A
Rating: 15
Prompt: #28 – A waiting room @
Summary: Ianto was trying to relax
Warning(s): Mild sexual references
Word Count: 1, 364
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters.
( It had been a pretty long and difficult day. )
( Mick sat in his driver’s seat and stared out of the window into the rain. )
( Sophie lay on her back in the meadow. )
( Twenty years. It was a long time. )
( "Jack?...Ianto...?" )
Title: The Sad Fate of China Dragons
Author: Jooles34
Fandom: Being Human
Characters: Annie (passing reference to Owen and Annie’s mum)
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Prompt: Space @ ![[info]](file:///C:/Users/Jooles/AppData/Local/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif){kind=small}
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Summary: Annie contemplates the living’s attitude to space.
Spoilers: Only if you don’t know the concept of Annie’s character in the series.
Warning(s): none
Word Count: 1,010
Disclaimer: I do not own Being Human, the BBC have that one too.
A/N: This is set before George and Mitchell have moved into the house. It’s my first Being Human fic and it’s written in a stream of consciousness style that isn’t my usual either (taking advantage of this challenge to do some experimenting) so all concrit and comments gratefully received.
Title: That Man, That Smile
Pairing: Ianto and Jack
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG
Prompt: A bay @ ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif){kind=small}
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Summary: Jack and Ianto are on their way home
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Torchwood owned by the BBC, not me.
A/N: I actually managed a drabble!
His body ached. His heart ached.
He’d watched Him die again.
“Quick trip to the country,” He’d said, “pick up stolen alien tech. Easy” And that smile that would make him do anything. Follow Him anywhere.
Slumped against the car door he studied Him behind the wheel; alive, revived, good as new. While he remained bruised and broken.
He received a concerned look, then that man with that smile pointed out of the window.
“Look Ianto. It’s the Bay. We’re home.”
Home for now maybe, but he’d follow that smile to hell and back as many times as it asked.
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