So I got bored and made a Wordle for all of my redismycolour fics. Jack and Ianto are huge.

Wordle

                Jack, Ianto, and Gwen were all sitting in a one room cabin, Ianto tending the fire while Jack and Gwen huddled for warmth.

“Gwen, please take note to never anger the Huesgi again,” Jack said.

“I didn’t mean to!  How was I supposed to know that sneezing was considered offensive in their culture and ( Read more... )

                Weevil hunting again.  If there was nothing else in Cardiff, there were always Weevils to hunt.  They seemed to always be able to tell when the team of Torchwood Three had some free time.  So it was another cold evening in January, and the team was Weevil hunting again.

As Jack and Owen went one way while Gwen and ( Read more... )

                I look out of the window of my office and see Ianto cautiously, nervously walk into the Hub.  It’s the first time he’s been back since we found the cyberman…Lisa.  He looks up at me and I give him a small nod.  It’s all I can do for him.  Legally, I should have Retconned him back to his preteens and sent him on his merry way, but I ( Read more... )

                Jack and Ianto were lying in Ianto’s bed, Jack’s head on Ianto’s chest.  They had been quiet for a while now, just enjoying each other’s company in the afterglow, when Jack suddenly asked, “Is this what you want to be doing, Ianto?”

“What?” Ianto asked, puzzled.

“Not this moment.  I mean us.  Is ( Read more... )

                Ianto and Jack were lounging semi-comfortably in the back seat of the Torchwood SUV, half dressed and looking freshly fucked, no less, when they heard a knock against the window.

“If you sods are naked in there, I’m turning around and leaving you,” they heard Owen call through the door.

“Not naked ( Read more... )

                Gwen and Rhys were behind one wall of snow, Jack and Ianto behind the other.  It was an epic snowball fight.  No.  Fight doesn’t even cover it.  Snowball battle.  Ianto was quickly making perfectly packed snowballs and Jack was throwing them while Rhys and Gwen were just grabbing what snow they could and lobbing them across the ( Read more... )

                They started playing their game the day after Gwen wore a pair of fire-engine red flats to work.  It was the day after because on the next day, she wore electric blue running shoes.  From then on, Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones guessed what color shoes Gwen Cooper would wear each day to work.  They were rarely right in their ( Read more... )

                Ianto wondered if this was how Jack felt whenever he died.  Everything seemed to be slowing down, including his heartbeat.  At first it had been beating more rapidly out of fear, but now it seemed to be doing just the opposite.  He seemed to be calming down as he slowly warmed up.

You’re not warming up, the small ( Read more... )

            When Jack first met Ianto Jones, he was attracted to the young man.  There was no question about it.  But did Jack think that Ianto would make a good member of his team?  Hardly.  Despite pretending not to know who the young Welshman was, Jack recognized Ianto’s name.  He had made himself familiar with the names of all Canary Wharf ( Read more... )